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My First Cum, and More

The following story is essentially true. The events happened pretty much as described, though I have embellished some of the details – after all, this occurred when I was much younger, and I can’t remember everything precisely as it happened.
Names have been changed where needed.
Although I had been initiated into oral sex with a female by a friend of my mother’s at age six, and into oral sex with a male by my grandfather when I was seven, I didn’t really think about girls sexually for a couple of years after my grandfather began having sex with me. I was more than happy, initially, to swap oral sex with my grandfather, and later to give oral sex to an older male friend of his at my grandfather’s direction.
When I was nine, though, I began to have my own sexual encounters with others. The first of these was David, a classmate who lived just down the street from us. I used to visit his house in the evenings, after school, and he and I would play cards on his back porch. His mom worked at the school, in the school office; she was a single mother, whether as a result of divorce or death of her spouse I do not know. They lived, with an older sister of David’s, in a large, two story house, one of the nicer old houses in town.
A few nights a week, David’s mom would have male visitors after dinner, and would disappear with them upstairs for the rest of the evening. Now I know she was a prostitute, selling herself to a few choice customers a few nights a week to supplement her income from her job at school, but then I didn’t even have any idea what prostitution was. David never said much about it, and simply referred to the men as his uncles.
We were playing cards one evening while David’s mom entertained one such guest, and his sister was at a girlfriend’s house, and David mentioned he had accidentally walked in on his mom with one of his uncles’ cock in his mouth a couple of nights before. He had watched quite a bit before either of them noticed him standing there, and she had gotten up and taken him to his room and told him not to interrupt them again. Then she went back to the uncle to finish up.
She hadn’t offered any explanation to him since then, and David wasn’t sure what to think of it. He had seen his mother and his oldest sister naked many times, but had never thought of it as a big deal, or ever considered either of them doing anything like that. In fact, he was pretty na? about sex altogether, and when I asked if he had ever jerked off, didn’t even seem to know what that was.
No one was liable to interrupt us, so I dropped my pants and underwear down around my ankles, and showed him how to masturbate. He watched as I stroked my dick and the bit of fluid formed at the tip, and I told him maybe he would like to try it. He was a bit shy at first, but soon had his pants and underwear down around his ankles, and we sat in a porch swing, facing each other, watching each other jerk off.
A few minutes later I asked him if he would let me play with his pecker, and after a few seconds, he said okay. I reached over and began to play with his peter, and he moaned as I got a bit of his fluid on my fingers. I let him watch me lick it off, and asked if he would like to play with mine as well, and soon we were both sitting there, happily masturbating each other and licking the fluid off our fingers.
After a while, I told David it felt even better if we did what his mom was doing for his uncle, and asked if he would let me kiss his pecker. By now David was enjoying the best feeling he had ever had in his life up until then, and he was more than happy to let me take his dick into my mouth. I began to lick and kiss his dick, which was about the same size as mine but uncircumcised, as I grasped the shaft in one hand and continued the hand job. I slid the foreskin back to expose the head of his dick, and licked around the head, then ran my tongue across the slit, licking off the bit of fluid that was there as I kept stroking to pump more out.
As I began to suck David’s dick, wrapping my lips completely around it and taking it in and out of my mouth, all of a sudden he fired his load of cum into my mouth. That surprised me, because I hadn’t ever really cum like that yet, but I swallowed it on down and continued sucking, hoping for more.
David’s dick began to go limp, and I gave it a few more last licks, then sat back and asked how he had liked it. He had loved it, and couldn’t wait to do it again, and I asked if he would do the same for me. He gladly lowered his face to my dick and began to lick and kiss the tip of it, and I coached him into taking it into his mouth while he stroked it, then began to suck on it.
I had never cum like David had, my fluid simply seeped out as he sucked me, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. He sucked me until I was satisfied, then I wrapped my lips around his little hard-on and sucked him off again. We continued masturbating each other and sucking each other’s dicks until it was time for me to go home. As we did, I told David it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to say anything about this to his mom, or anyone else. Since I had begun swapping oral sex with my grandfather, I had figured out that our incest, and the fact that it was sex between two males, wasn’t looked upon favorably by others, and had become very good at keeping it secret. David, until now sexually innocent, paid attention as I warned him, and promised not to tell anyone.
The next couple of times we got together, David was so excited by the thought of cumming again, he was ready to go straight to masturbating each other and swapping blowjobs. His mom had finally had a talk with him about the night he had walked in on her, and told him it was just something two people, two grown up people, did for each other sometimes. David was smart enough not to ask any questions or let anything slip about us, so we were able to continue on. We eventually went back to playing cards again, but the loser would have to suck the winner’s dick, though usually we ended up swapping blowjobs anyway.
A few months later, my mother loaded my two younger brothers and me in the old station wagon along with the family across the street, and we all went to the lake together. The family across the street was a mom and stepdad, along with her kids. There was an older girl, about 13, another girl about 11, a boy my age, another younger boy about 6, and a younger daughter, maybe 3 or 4. They all went to the lake with us, except for the stepdad, and they along with my mother, me and two younger brothers, made quite a load in the station wagon.
We had a great day at the lake, and then piled into the wagon for the trip home. Along the way, I pointed something out – I cannot remember what, now – and used my middle finger to point at it. Wayne, the boy who was my age, said something about that being a nasty gesture, and, not having any idea what he meant, I asked him about it. It was Barbara, the 11 year old girl, who leaned over and whispered to me that she would tell me later, after we got home.
That evening, after we had cleaned up and had dinner, Barbara found me and told me to come with her. She led me out behind their house, to an old barn hidden in the woods, and we climbed up into the loft of the barn. There, over in one corner, was an old blanket and a small pile of magazines, and Barbara told me to take my clothes off as she started to strip herself. Naked, we sat on the blanket, and she explained that the gesture I had used meant ‘fuck’, but I had no idea what that meant. She pulled one of the magazines out, a porno magazine she had swiped from her stepdad, and showed me some of the pictures. When she came to one of the man with his cock firmly in the woman’s pussy, she explained that that was fucking.
My little dick was already hard when she reached over and touched it, taking it in her hand, then pointed at her pussy with her other hand. She explained that my dick was supposed to go there, and that then we would be fucking, and she wanted me to fuck her.
I leaned over for a closer look at Barbara’s pussy, and played with it a bit with my fingers. I vaguely remembered Jane, my mother’s friend from several years before, letting me play with her pussy and teaching me to lick and kiss it. Barbara’s pussy wasn’t hairy, of course, but it was most definitely a pussy, and I had kissed and sucked pussy before. I asked Barbara if I could kiss her pussy first, and she said okay, and lay back and spread her legs. I lowered my face to her pussy and took a couple of tentative licks up and down her slit, then I began to remember.
I used the fingers on one hand to spread her little pussy lips a bit, and began licking deeper inside her pussy, then let my tongue roam on up to her little clit. I licked around it a few times, then licked it directly for a bit, feeling her shudder as I did so. I went back to licking the slit again, gently pushing a couple of fingers inside her and finally working them in and out as I licked and kissed her pussy.
Barbara got incredibly wet, and I licked furiously, trying to lap up as much of her pussy juice as I could. After a couple of minutes, I moved up and licked around her clit again, and she moaned and grabbed my head and pushed it into her pussy. I pounded her clit with my tongue, flipping my tongue back and forth across it, then licked around it a bit more, then hit it again a few more times, and she began to cum. I continued licking and sucking as her orgasm ebbed a bit, then went after her clit again, backed off, and hit it again. Soon she was cumming again, moaning and crying out, and even though we were pretty far from the house, I began to worry someone might hear her.
After I had stopped licking her pussy and she had calmed down a bit, she told me to get on top of her and put my dick in her pussy. She helped me, guiding my dick into her, and told me to start pumping it in and out. I did, and after a few more minutes and a bit of instruction from her, I was fucking her just as she wanted. It seems like we fucked for an hour, though it was probably quite a bit less than that, and she came again while we were fucking. I still hadn’t had my first cum yet, but eventually my dick started going limp, and I just pulled out of her and we lay side by side, holding each other for a while.
Barbara had never had her pussy eaten before then, but she had seen it in a couple of pictures in the magazines she had, and she asked how I had known about that. I told her about Jane teaching me to satisfy her that way, but didn’t tell her anything about my grandfather. She told me she and Suzy, a cousin the same age she was, had been molested by Suzy’s older brother several times a few months before, until they got caught. The older brother had been sent away, but Barbara had decided he liked sex, and Suzy apparently had as well. Suzy sometimes got to visit them, and she and Barbara had found the barn and set up the corner of the loft as their little hideaway. There they would slip off and masturbate themselves, or each other, looking at the magazines. Barbara had a hairbrush with a large, round handle on it, and said she used that to fuck herself with when she was alone, or she and Suzy would share it when Suzy came to visit.
After Barbara had told me about her and Suzy, she had me roll over and began to suck my dick, something the older cousin had had her and Suzy do for him, and I was hard and ready for another fucking pretty quickly. This time went much more smoothly, and again we fucked quite a while with the energy of youth. Barbara had another good cum, though once again, I simply fucked until my dick began to go limp, without a real cum.
It was getting dark, so we got dressed and left the barn. We split up in the woods so she could go to her house and I could go to mine, and promised to get together again as soon as we got the chance.
The next time we got away to the barn, a few days later, we were able to spend almost the whole day there. I sucked Barbara’s tiny titties and ate her pussy several times, and she sucked my dick and we fucked like rabbits, until my poor little dick just wouldn’t come up any more. I ate her pussy for her again, something else I was beginning to get good at, and we parted to go home pretty much sexually sated.
We met at the barn again a couple of days later, and went straight into our usual routine, me eating her pussy until she came a couple of times, and then fucking until I went limp. This time, though, as we were waiting for my dick to recover, we thumbed through a couple of the magazines, until we found a picture of a man fucking a woman in the ass. I swear, my dick gave a little jump and was back to full staff, and I asked Barbara if she had ever tried that. She said no, and asked if I would like to, and I said yes. We looked closer at the pictures to see how it was done, and saw pictures of the man kissing the woman’s ass, and spitting on it and spreading his saliva on it, and her spitting on his cock, before he began fucking her ass. It seemed like a lot of spitting to me, but I had to try it, and Barbara seemed as eager as I was.
She got down on all fours and lifted her ass in the air, and I got down behind her and began licking her asshole. I got as much saliva on it as I could, spitting on it and spreading it around, then had her lick my cock a few times and spit on it to get it good and wet. I got behind her again, on my knees this time, and put the head of my dick against her asshole and began to push.
It was really tight, and even with all the saliva, it took a bit of pushing to get the head of my dick into her ass. I waited there for a moment, on the threshold, and asked Barbara if she was all right or if she wanted me to stop. She said she was okay and to go ahead, so I began slowly easing my dick into her ass. It felt so tight, but my dick was still not quite fully grown yet, and I eventually got it all into her. I paused again and asked Barbara if she was okay, and she said yes, so I began to slowly pull back, then slowly push back in again. After taking my time for the first few strokes, I began to speed up a bit, and as I hit my rhythm, Barbara matched it, rocking back each time my dick entered her and forward on the out-strokes, one hand stroking her pussy and clit as I fucked her ass.
It felt so absolutely incredible, much better, to me, than having my cock sucked or even fucking Barbara’s sweet pussy, so much so that OHMYGOD! I began to cum, for real this time, my little dick spasming and spurting my cum deep inside her ass. I kept pumping it in and out as my dick spasmed and jerked, and continued for a couple of minutes after it had stopped, until it was too limp to continue. It had felt so absolutely wonderful I didn’t want to stop, and couldn’t wait to do it again.
My cum started seeping out of Barbara’s asshole, and I got down and began to lick it off. It was just second nature to me by then to lick her pussy after I had fucked her, and I certainly didn’t give any thought to the idea that this was her ass instead of her pussy. Barbara stayed on all fours, her ass as high in the air as she could get it, and let me lick my cum from her ass as she continued playing with her pussy. I asked how it had felt for her, and she said it had hurt just a bit at first, but she had liked it. She had gotten a cum as well, and would be glad to do it again.
She wiped my dick off with my underwear, and took it into her mouth, greedily sucking on it, wanting me to get my hard-on back as soon as I could. My dick was back up in a few minutes, and again I licked and kissed her ass, spreading some saliva around that sweet puckered hole. The second time my dick went in much easier, and she said it didn’t hurt at all the second time. Again I made a few nice slow strokes first, then I began thrusting at her ass, in and out, as quickly as I could. She quickly caught the rhythm, and we were on our way as she began playing with her pussy while I pounded my dick in and out of her ass. It felt absolutely fantastic, just as incredible as the first time, and a few minutes later I had another tremendous cum.
Afterwards I licked her ass clean again, then just lay down, exhausted, as she curled up beside me. She had seen how much I had loved fucking her ass and shooting my cum into her bowels, and she had enjoyed it as well, and she promised we would do it again whenever we could.
After a couple more sessions, we decided to find something else to use as a lubricant, and hit on the idea of using plain old cooking lard. That worked very well, with the advantage that it was edible, where cold cream wasn’t, so I could continue to enjoy licking my cum from her ass afterwards. We began to concentrate mostly on oral sex and anal sex, and fucking her pussy became almost an afterthought, though we still did that as well.
I was still seeing David about once a week, and we were still swapping blowjobs and masturbating each other, but I decided I wanted to fuck me in the ass. Actually I wanted to swap ass-fuckings with him, but mainly I wanted him to fuck me in the ass. It had felt incredible to fuck Barbara’s ass, and she had said she loved it as well, and I wanted to see what it felt like from her perspective.
It wasn’t as hard to get David to go along as I had thought it might be. I explained it to him, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to try it, until I told him we should play cards for it, just like we did for blowjobs, and the loser should let the winner fuck him in the ass. He agreed to that, which suited me because he normally beat me at cards anyway, and we started playing. Sure enough, without me hardly even trying to lose, he won.
I had already figured out the lubricant thing by then, so we swiped a bit of lard from his mom’s kitchen, and David smeared my ass up good with it, then put some on his stiff dick. I bent over a porch chair, with my stomach on the back of it, and spread my ass cheeks for him. He stroked his dick a few times and put the head of it against my asshole, and began to push. It was tight at first, then the head of his dick popped into my asshole. Instead of stopping for a moment to let me get used to it, he pushed it all the way in, stopping only when there wasn’t any more of his cock to stuff in. It hurt a bit, like Barbara had said, but the pain didn’t last very long, and I told David to start stroking it in and out, just don’t let it go all the way out. He began to catch on, and once he had a rhythm going, I began to rock back and forth on his dick.
Damn, it felt so good to have his dick in my ass, to feel him fucking in and out. I got one hand on my own hard dick and began to stroke it a bit, and within a couple of minutes I was cumming, my dick spasming in my hand as I shot a load of cum onto the back of the chair. Damn, it felt so good, and a couple of minutes later I could feel David begin to lose his rhythm as his dick began to spurt inside me. He plunged his dick as deep into my ass as he could and unloaded his cum, and then finally withdrew it from my ass.
I could feel the cum seeping from my ass, but didn’t even ask David to lick it off for me, I just used my underwear to clean it up as much as I could. I told him it had felt wonderful, and it really had, and asked if he wanted to play another game of cards for the next ass fucking. He wasn’t sure he wanted to take the chance he would lose just yet, so I simply gave him a blowjob, sucking his dick until he came in my mouth, forgetting her had just had his dick in my ass. I could feel his cum still seeping out of my ass, and after I had sucked him off I cleaned up again as much as I could. Then he surprised me by saying he would play one more game, loser gets his ass fucked, and we sat down and started playing.
Maybe his concentration was off from just having his first ass to put his dick into, or from the blowjob I had just given him, but I won easily, something that almost never happened. David bent over the back of the chair as I had and spread his ass cheeks, and I lubed him up with the lard, then smeared a bit on my dick, and lined up on his asshole. The head slipped on inside, and I stopped a few seconds to let him get used to it and see if he wanted to go on. He said okay, so I began to push the rest of my dick into his asshole, slowly, until there wasn’t any more. I paused again and asked how he felt, and he said he was okay, so I began withdrawing my dick, slowly again, then back in and out again, slowly. His asshole was still very tight, but it was beginning to relax a bit, and I began stroking my dick in and out a bit faster. Soon I was banging away at his ass, and he was rocking back and forth in time with my thrusts. After a few minutes, I shot my load of cum into his ass, burying my dick as deep in his ass as I could as I did so.
As my dick grew limp and I pulled it from his ass, David complained he hadn’t cum yet, so I took his dick in my mouth and sucked him the rest of the way off. He never did enjoy being fucked in the ass as much as I did, but he certainly enjoyed filling my willing ass with his dick and cum. We still swapped blowjobs regularly, and played cards for ass-fucking, but like I said, I generally lost anyway. Whenever I did win, though, he never backed out, and let me fuck his ass as long as I was willing to finish him off with a good blowjob afterwards.
By the end of the summer, going into fourth grade, I was still seeing my grandfather most weekends, and seeing David and Barbara one or two times each during the week. I never told either of them about the other, preferring to keep them separate.

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My Photogenic Mom Chapter 3

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Susan woke up in the morning with a terrible headache. She did not realize where she was at first but then recognized Michael’s bed-room. She suddenly realized that someone was sleeping with her and was holding onto her breast. Suddenly parts of the night before tried to work their way into her fuzzy brain. She looked behind her and it was her sleeping son that was holding onto her breast. Susan could not believe that she was naked in Michael’s bed with him. She quickly moved his hand from her breast and ran to her room with her robe. She had no memory of last evening, but from the way her pussy and ass felt she thought she knew that she had been thoroughly fucked. The thought of having sex with her son both sickened her and excited her at the same time. She did know one thing though, if it did happen it would never happen again. Susan could only think of what Harold would do if he ever found out about this. Crying Susan got into the shower and tried to scrub away what little memory she had of the night before.
Michael woke up and heard his mothers shower running. He knew that things would be rough this morning. Susan would be pissed royal at what he had pulled. Michael really was not worried. He had plenty of ammunition to counter her opposition. He knew she would say it would never happen again, but he had other plans. Michael smiled to himself as he got clean shorts and walked to his mom’s room. Michael quietly opened the shower door. Susan was washing her hair and had her back to Michael. Michael stepped into the shower reached around Susan and grasped her tits. Susan jumped and turned around facing Michael, trying to cover herself. “Get out of here she screamed, what do you think you are doing?” “I am just continuing what we started last night Mom!” Michael said. “I do not remember much of last night Susan said, it’s not an excuse but I had too much to drink. If anything happened it should not have and I guarantee you it will not happen again!” Susan said emphatically! Michael reached out and grabbed her tit and said “Mom what happened last night was we fucked each other silly and it will happen again whenever I want it to. I was in the church the other day when you let Reverend Thompson eat your pussy. I saw Kathy Thompson catch you two. I really do not think that you want dad or the rest of the town to see those pictures. I really do not think that you want dad to see the ones from last night either.” Susan was now crying hysterically. “Why are you doing this Michael I love you, you are my son.” “I love you, you are the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I have dreamed for years what it would be like to make love to you. To know how great it would feel to hold your tits and to slip my cock inside your throbbing scalding pussy. I also knew that you would never let me. But now it is different. Actually you are not even cheating on dad. We are keeping it in the family. The only difference is that now when I need some pussy or you want a cock we have each other. I promise you, your cunt will never be lonely again.” While Michael was talking he had backed Susan up against the shower wall. He leaned against her and kissed her on the lips forcing his tongue into her mouth. He slid his hand down her wet body to her Venus mound. Susan kept her legs together trying to keep Michael’s hand off her pussy. Michael forced his knee between hers and opened her pussy to his exploring hand. Susan was still sobbing as Michael’s finger entered her slit. Michael could feel her pussy respond as he fingered her clit before sliding his finger up into her cunt. Susan’s legs moved farther apart to allow Michael easier access to her cunt. Michael guided her hands down to his cock as he sucked her beautiful tit. “You two are going to be great friends he said as he put his mother’s hands on his cock.” Slowly Susan stroked Michael’s cock. She could see no way out of the predicament. So she had to do as Michael said until she figured it out. She was amazed at the size of his young cock, no wonder her cunt was sore she thought. She could feel the juices in her pussy start to flow as Michael stroked it and she stroked his cock. Michael put his hands on her shoulders and started pushing her down on her knees. “Please no she pleaded you are my son I can’t do this.” “You can and you will as long as I am in control here” Michael said and guided his cock to her mouth before she could say anything else. Susan had never sucked a cock before. Harold had tried to get her to suck his but she had always refused. This time she could not refuse. She could not believe this was even happening to her. She hoped to wake up and find that it had all been a nightmare. Michael could see the tears running down his mothers face, and had a pang of guilt. When she took his cock in her mouth the guilt vanished. Besides he told himself when she is used to this we will both be better off. I will have a fine piece of pussy whenever I want it, and my young strong cock should keep her cunt happy. Michael held his mother’s head and started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. Looking down at her head Michael wondered if she had ever done this with his dad. He doubted it, she was always to straight laced for him to imagine her sucking a cock. Michael could feel his balls getting ready to explode. He could see in his moms face that she wanted to move away but he held her firmly by the head as he shoved his cock deep into her mouth and exploded. Susan could not believe it. Michael had held her head so she could not move and had come in her mouth. She could feel his cum boiling out of his balls and through his cock as it jerked in her mouth. She started swallowing not because she wanted to but because she had to breathe. Suddenly Michael stopped pumping his hips and let loose of her head. He looked at his come dribbling off her lips and smiled. Susan started to cry again but licked her lips so she did not lose any of Michael’s come. As much as she hated the thought of what she had done, she had enjoyed sucking her sons cock. Michael helped his mom back to her feet and kissed her. Michael’s hands were roaming over Susan’s body seemed to catch her on fire. She started kissing Michael back and when he stuck his tongue in her mouth she responded eagerly. Michael turned off the shower. Let’s go to your bed he whispered in her ear. Susan pulled down the blanket and turned to Michael. Michael gently pushed her backwards onto the bed and started kissing her neck. Susan could feel her juices starting to boil in her cunt. She reached down and started stroking Michael’s strong young cock. Michael was slowly making his way down Susan’s lush body, his lips driving her wild with desire. When his lips reached her downy mound Michael stopped, savoring what he was about to do. Please do not stop Susan whimpered I have needed a man for so long. Susan let out a small scream as Michael closed his lips over her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and teased it with his tongue. He could feel Susan bucking under him and feel the cunt muscles quivering under his mouth. Susan grasped his ass cheek and pulled him towards her. Michael was not sure what she wanted until she started pulling his leg over her head. Once he had moved over her head Susan guided his cock into her mouth sucking it as he was sucking her pussy. Michael felt Susan stiffen under him, feeling the spasms go through her luscious body. He worked his tongue on her clit even faster now, sliding a finger in and out of her gripping cunt. Susan thought she was going to die. She had never had an orgasm like this in her life. It seemed like it would never end. Every time it would start to ebb Michael’s tongue would rasp against her clit starting it all over again. She could feel her juices rolling down her pussy and into the crack of her ass. The feeling was such that she even forgot Michael’s cock beating against her throat. Finally Susan collapsed, totally spent from the huge orgasm that Michael had caused. Michael pulled his cock slowly out of her mouth and turned to face her. Susan could not move. Michael straddled Susan’s chest and laid his swollen cock between his mothers heaving breasts. He gently grasped one in each hand and en-closed his cock in them. “Have you ever been tit fucked mom” he asked? Still being shocked by the situation it took Susan a minute to shake her head no. Michael grinned and said “well I have never tit fucked anyone either but I love your great tits and I want to fuck them.” Michael pulled at the nipples as he slid his cock back and forth between her tits. Susan was fascinated watching her sons cock slide out of her tits seeming to have one eye watching her. Michael started fucking faster and faster. “Here it comes mom he groaned” and shot his wad from between her tits, his cum landing on her neck and face. Susan licked his come off her lips and pulled him forward sliding his still quivering cock into her mouth and sucking the last drops from deep in his balls into her mouth. Michael lay down beside her and softly rubbed her nipples. His cock finally totally spent. He still could not get over how soft his mother’s skin was. Her firm breasts and her silken cunt were now all his. Susan slowly slid her hand over and grasped Michael’s flaccid cock, stroking it gently. She rolled over on her side and looked at his firm young body. She was rapidly losing what little guilt remained as she looked at him. She could feel his cock twitch in her hand as she stroked it. She rose to her knees and slid her other hand under his balls. Susan gently squeezed Michael’s balls as she stroked his cock. It was trying to stand up again. Susan slowly moved between Michael’s legs. She leaned down and kissed his semi erect cock. She licked the shaft and then kissed his sack slowly she sucked his aching balls into her mouth. Working them gently with her tongue she teased his balls. Michael groaned. He had never felt any sensation like that which he felt now. His cock had sprung back to life and was standing erect with no help from Susan. Susan released his balls from her hot mouth and climbed over Michael’s body. The sight of her large breasts swaying with her movements held his attention. Susan centered her hot juicy pussy over her sons throbbing cock and dropped onto it. Susan rammed its full length into her cunt, completely swallowing it in her depths. She just sat there savoring the feeling of having a man inside her, feeling the size of his cock completely filling her throbbing cunt. She could feel the head of Michael’s cock rubbing against the very bottom of her depths. Building the heat and passion that had not been satisfied for many years. Michael watched as Susan sat speared on his cock, watching her breasts sway with each breath. He reached up and grabbed a hand full of each tit and started to squeeze. Susan’s nipples were straining and Susan started rocking her hips, sliding her cunt on Michael’s cock. Michael was mesmerized at the sight of Susan’s cunt sliding up off his cock, then sliding down completely engulfing it. Susan was moving faster and Michael knew that she was about to come. He pulled down on her tits and jammed his hips upward deep into her steaming cunt. Susan exploded and Michael just watched her juices roll over his shaft onto his balls. Rolling Susan onto her back, Michael started ramming his cock into her. He did not think he would ever be able to come. The sight of his cock splitting his mom’s hot pink gash made him even hotter. He held her legs by the ankles in front of him and spread her wide open. Feeling and seeing her cunt convulse as she came again was too much for Michael as he pumped what little juice was left in his balls into Susan’s wonderful pussy.
It was early afternoon when Michael and his mom woke up. They took a quick shower and went downstairs to have lunch. Susan looked at Michael and said “I love you but this situation is not good, we cannot go on acting like this. It is not healthy for you or me. Also if your dad finds out, we will both be in trouble.” Michael sat there for a minute and thought about what his mom had said. “I do not think that dad will find out, I am sure not going to tell him. I think we both are adults and know what we want, I sure do. I want your lovely legs wrapped around me as often as possible.” “From your reaction earlier, you need someone to fill the void in your life too. Who are we hurting, no one has to know.” Susan thought about what Michael said. She certainly did have a void in her life. If only there was not a possibility of Harold finding out about the two of them fucking each other. He would certainly divorce her, taking Michael away in the process. At least they would have a week before Harold came home. Michael walked up behind Susan and slid his hands into her blouse cupping her breasts. Her nipples immediately stood erect under his caress. “I would not worry mom” he said “everything will work out for the best. You and dad have not got along for years maybe it is time to do something about it.” Susan could not believe the reaction Michael’s touch was causing. Her nipples were straining in his hands and she could feel the heat building in her cunt. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his chest. Michael slowly pulled his hands from inside Susan’s blouse. He loved the feel of her breasts in his hands but he had other things he had to do right now. Leaving Susan to clear the table, Michael went upstairs and took the film he had shot of Susan and himself out of the camera. He put it in a safe place so that he could develop it later. Michael put away his camera and tripod. He had to think of a way to ensure that Harold would not ruin the setup he had worked for. He now had the two most beautiful women he knew sucking and fucking him whenever he wanted. He did not intend to let anyone fuck this up for him. Susan stuck her head in the door and told Michael that she had a meeting that she had to attend this afternoon. She said that there was no way to get out of it, and she would return at 8 PM. Michael told her to enjoy herself, that he would be here waiting at 8.
Michael looked at the clock and saw that it was only a few minutes after 2. He called Kathy on the phone. When she answered he told her he wanted to see her at 2:30 at his house. She was worried about someone seeing her. Michael told her to park down the road and walk to the house.
He hung up before Kathy said anything else. He was not worried that she would not show up. He still had the pictures. Thinking of pictures he got his video camera and set it up in his closet. He adjusted the lens and aimed it at the bed. He would make sure that Kathy would do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it. A few minutes before 2:30 Kathy knocked on the door. Michael let her in, kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue. Kathy still had not reconciled herself totally to the idea that Michael had the upper hand at this point. She tried to pull away from him but he grabbed her firm ass with one hand and her head with the other preventing it. Michael let her go and smiled at her, “it is good to see you” he said. Kathy looked at him and said “I really have no choice do I?” Michael took her hand and pulled her towards the stairs. Let’s go up to my room where we can be comfortable. Reluctantly Kathy followed him. As they entered the room Michael pulled Kathy down on the bed and again started kissing her. He made sure that the video camera had a good shot of her face as he pulled her down. As he kissed her, Michael ran his hand under her blouse and pulled her bra over her firm tits. He was surprised to find that her nipples were already hard. He told Kathy to take off her blouse and bra and get more comfortable. Setting up and pulling her blouse off she was looking right at the closet where Michael had hidden the camera. Michael reached behind Kathy and unhooked her bra freeing her silken smooth its for the camera to see. Reaching around her he cupped her breasts and twirled the nipples between his thumb and finger. He could feel Kathy’s breath quicken. She leaned her head back on his chest and enjoyed the feelings. Michael turned loose of Kathy’s breasts and took off his shirt. He also dropped his pants on the floor. He walked around in front of Kathy. As she raised her hips he pulled her slacks and panties off her and dropped them to the floor. He got back on the bed and resumed playing with Kathy’s tits. Slowly he reached down and sliding her legs apart he slid his finger into Kathy’s cunt. He heard her gasp as he shoved it in and rubbed her clit. Michael slid around so he was kneeling over Kathy’s face with his balls and cock in easy reach of her hot mouth. He then lowered the head of his cock until it rubbed her lips. Michael made sure the camera could see everything, as he lowered himself sticking his cock into Kathy’s mouth. Even though she was unwilling at first, the more Michael stroked her cunt the faster Kathy sucked his cock. Michael had pulled Kathy’s legs under his arm to make it easier for him to finger her pussy and being on top he had a fantastic view of her pussy and ass. He could feel Kathy starting to quiver under him and slid another finger into her pussy to get it all slippery with her hot pussy juice. Kathy was really flowing now. Her ass was even all shiny with her juice. Michael felt her grab him tight as she started to explode. Just as she started cumming he jammed his finger as far in her pussy as he could. He thrust the other finger in her tight glistening asshole. He could feel her muscles gripping both fingers as her body shook under him. She had tried to scream when Michael shoved his finger into her asshole but Michael’s cock muffled it. When her body quit shaking, Michael started stroking both fingers into and out of her in unison. Kathy started working her hips in time with his thrusts. Michael pulled his cock out of her mouth and asked her what she wanted. Kathy took a deep breath and said “please fuck me.” Michael kept stroking and said “I cannot hear you.” Kathy said louder now “please fuck me Michael.” Michael was sure the camera had recorded the request and answered “you fuck me.” Kathy whimpered when he pulled out his fingers. He lay down on the bed and told her to get on him facing his feet. He wanted her beautiful ass in front of him. Kathy did so not realizing Michael’s ulterior motives. Kathy guided Michael’s engorged cock into her hot waiting cunt and slowly slid down the erect shaft until it was completely inside her. She started moving up and down on the shaft. Michael sensed that it would not be long before she came again. Kathy started pumping hard and then flung herself down on the shaft as one wave after another of her orgasms hit her. Michael knew that it would be a while before he came again after Susan had drained him. Kathy slumped forward and Michael grasped her ass cheeks and started moving her on his shaft. He could feel her clit rubbing on his shaft. Soon Kathy began to stir and move on her own. As she started moving up and down, Michael moved his shaft under her tight ass hole. Kathy slid down it sinking it all the way to the hilt. Michael reached around and put his hands on her tits pulling her back to lie on him. He could feel Kathy wiggling on his cock like a fish on the hook. Using his feet he spread her legs so that anyone seeing the film would know which hole his cock was buried in. Michael started squeezing Kathy’s nipples in time with her thrusts on his cock. She had put her feet on the bed beside his hips and lifted and dropped her ass onto his rock hard shaft. Michael pushed Kathy’s hand down to her pussy and told her he wanted to feel her fingering her cunt, Kathy started pushing two fingers into her pussy rubbing her clit with her other hand. Michael could hardly stand the feeling of her fingers sliding in and out of her streaming pussy while his throb-bing cock slid in and out of her tight squeezing ass. Michael could feel the cum starting to boil up in him he grabbed Kathy’s tits in one hand and pushed her ass down hard on his straining cock with the other. He shot his boiling wad into her great ass for the second time in two days and lay on the bed spent completely. His cock still gripped in Kathy’s ass.
Michael looked at the clock beside his bed and saw that it was al-most 6 PM. He slapped Kathy playfully on the ass and told her to get a move on. He knew that she had to be at church at 7 PM with Reverend Thompson. Reaching over her, he could not help but grab her luscious breast one last time. He could not believe all that had happened since yesterday morning. First fucking Kathy and then his mother. He had never had a grown woman before and only a couple of girls his own age. By comparison they had not been that great. Of course they did not have the experience of these women either. Michael told Kathy she could use his shower if she wanted, he would even wash her back for her. As Kathy bent over to get her clothes Michael could see some of his cum leaking from her ass. He found that very erotic. Part of him from deep in his balls put deep in her shapely young body by his cock. He could feel himself starting to stiffen again. Standing up Kathy looked at him. Smiling she said “we do not have time for anything else today, I will wash my own back.” While Kathy was in the shower Michael checked the video camera. A quick look at the playback showed him that he had gotten a great record of him and Kathy fucking. He really did not think that he would need it any more. Kathy really enjoyed getting fucked. Michael did not think that her husband appreciated or took advantage of what he had. Michael sensed that Kathy would be a good lay for as long as he took care of her. Michael left the camera in the closet and went into the bathroom. Kathy shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Michael took a towel and started to dry her off. Starting with her hair and working down. When he got to her legs Kathy lifted one so he could dry her cunt and thighs. As Michael dried her leg he buried his face in her cunt and shot his tongue between her lips licking her clit. Kathy gasped and grabbed his head to steady herself. Michael laughed and told her that that was just for her to think about until he saw her again. Kathy could feel her pussy throb from the contact of his tongue. She pushed him away gently and quietly got dressed. Kathy kissed him at the door, a long drawn out kiss. She probed his mouth with her tongue while she slid her hand around his cock and balls. When he was hard again she smiled and said that is something for you to think about until I see you again. Laughing she ran out the door. Michael took a quick shower and then decided to take a nap until Susan came home.

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The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 13

The beginning of the end.
When I started writing this I really didn’t think I would get this far before I lost interest and found something better to do with my spare time so I never really gave much thought to how to write this next part. I think I was planning to make it look like it all carried on the same, putting in some of the better sex bits, and then put in a few big quick events to justify the fall of the gangs, and in some ways that is what happened, but it was really a slow decay, most of the next year in my life was devoted to watching it and not trying to stop it. The truth is that without the slow fall I wouldn’t have become the person I am, and it wouldn’t be the right way to tell the story. So the next few chapters are going to be a little bit darker and I little bit harder, hopefully I will still be able to put in the better sex bits.
Most people blamed the beginning of the end on the immigrants, asylum seekers shipped up north and put into the vacant flats on the estate because no one else would live there, they where soon joined by a far few illegals who lived with them. Most where Islamic Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan all pumped out their fair share and despite their internal differences by the time they reach the estate they were all Pakies too us. If the is one thing the poor do well is finding a sub class to hate.
Their kids didn’t want to join our gangs and we sour as hell were not going to give up territory to them, so we treated them badly. Their adults didn’t want to mix with ours so they didn’t try and stop it. And what was more important they didn’t follow the estates rules and that made tension. They did help the end come quickly but it was on its way before they became a problem. They were just easy to blame afterwards.
No I put the blame for the beginning of the end, or at least the end as it affected me in one place, with an 18 year old southern girl call Kate. Kate never went to the estate, she didn’t know its name, she knew no one from it, and had no ill will towards us. Her only contact with it would come more than a week later when she met me but still the blame lies with her.
Kate wasn’t good looking but that is not to say she was ugly, she was in a middle ground that quit a few girls fall into and convince themselves they are hideous, most girls are attractive in some way you just have to find a guy who has kinks that way. She was a brunette which she hated, her boobs where too big for her body but I have never heard a guy complain about that, her teeth where just a little too big for her mouth and she had a thin nose which made her look smug all the time but she had great skin and she loved her arse even if I did find it a little flat.
It started on a Friday night, it was the last day of Fresher’s week at Liverpool University which puts it at my second week of term. Kate was a Fresher at Liverpool that year, she had been raised a good girl in a posh southern suburb, had gone to a private school, had gone to church on a Sunday, she had never done anything bad other than to lose her virginity to a boy she “truly Loved” back home and as such had come to University and her first taste of freedom with the soul purpose of being bad. She was determined to try new things and over the last week she had tried as many as she could think of, she had got drunk off her face most nights and had had sex with 5 different boys in the last week, one of which must have been 30 and two one after the other against a wall in the street, she had tried weed and had taken an Ecstasy pill, she had even made out with a girl from her halls.
So this new Kate had jumped at the chance to go out Friday night with some second years from her course. They had taken out a dozen girls from first year to show them the town. Kate had gone down on one of the lads in a club bathroom, even swallowed, which was fine until he told everyone as soon as they “came” out. One of the second year girls had cornered her after and told her he was her man, she had twisted her nipples hard and told her she would make Kate her bitch if she did it again. The new Kate wasn’t all that sure that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be the girls bitch but it wasn’t to be. With the point made the second year girls made sure to lose Kate the next time the change clubs but even that was ok.
As often happens to young, drunk girls who is not very attractive but nice enough, she was picked up by a group of guy. Things could have gone bad for her again as they went to more clubs and got drunker as the guy where starting to talk about taking this posh slut back home and tying her down so they could take turns with her. The new her pretended not to overhear as she was tempted to let them, until they started to talk about things they could put in her, which not only included a 14 year old girl who live down the street but one of the men’s dog she bailed the next chance she got.
But when one is young and at a University in Liverpool a night out can’t end there, a night out must end in The Razz, this is not whole true, you can go home anytime, but lots of people seem to end up there. The Razz was a real dive of a night club and we had some pretty bad one back home. The upstairs wasn’t so bad but the basement dance floor was truly terrible. It was cheap to get in, had cheap drinks, bad music and slutty girls so students love it. No one went there sober, no one headed out of a night to go The Razz but somehow, some way they found themselves there.
Kate found herself there, all dressed up, in her most slutty clothes, drunk, alone and looking for fun. The fun she found was named Robby. Robby was a parasite, he used his good looks and his charm to convinces impressionable, emotional, damaged girls he loved them and then he used them up. They would buy him things, lend him money that he never paid back, most of which went into an ever present hole of his gambling debts, he would steal from them, separate them from their friends and he would violate them. He would come up with way to humiliated, degrade and damage them sexually and convince them they liked it and they would look passed it all because they LOVED him. When they ran out of things to give he would move on and if they got wise t him before he was done with them he got mean.
Robby had heard of the estate but he never listened when he was told otherwise he wouldn’t have done what he was about to do. He was almost done with his last girlfriend, he had done things to her that a monster like me found disturbing even among the gangs we had some standards. He had taken her in every way he knew, stripped her of everything she was, he had sold time with her body to his friend and when they would no longer pay he had passed her around for free, a night with her had paid off half his debts and her pussy and paid his rent. He had almost had her fuck his lecturer so he could pass a course but he liked being in second year, this would be his fourth time, just being kept his parents off his back. He had given her to the lecturer anyway in the end. He hit her all the time, told her it was her fault and she believed him, she loved him.
All it would have taken was one phone call and he would never have touched her again but she never made it. So now Robby was done with her but that didn’t mean he would let her go, not till he found a new girl to make his whore. He loved Freshers so young and naive and willing to please, most don’t even know what a real relationship was like and it was so easy to make them see it his way. Kate had prey written all over her and Robby moved in to take his go.
It cost him too drinks to get her to make out with him, less than £5 for a kiss and it didn’t cost him any more to get her on the dance floor, without the thin fabric of her panties the dance would have been classed as third base. She was so drunk that he didn’t need his charm or his looks to get her to go the toilets with him, he was half worried she would pass out because it is no fun if she doesn’t know. He pushed her into a cubical in front of him.
He pulled off her top and broke the hooks on her bra getting it off. He liked her breast, he knew guys who would pay big to play with them if this worked out. He ran his hand up her leg and beneath her skirt taking a tight grip on her panties. He didn’t try to pull them down but pull them out, giving two sharp tugs until there was the tearing sound of the seams going, Kate gave out a little squeak as they did. He pulled the tatter pieces of fabric from her, dragging it between her legs over her pussy lips. He forced them into her face and had her smell herself on them before dropping them to the floor.
Robby spun her around and bent her outs so that her body was over the toilet, her face and cheat pressed hard into the graffiti covered wall. Robby pushed her skirt up over her arse exposing her pussy, Kate wasn’t all that wet, he had to push hard to penetrate her deeply, he knew that he had hurt her but he didn’t care, it was best to be rough the first time. She would know what she was in for and get used to it or just be some slut he fucked once. He took her hard and fast, reaching around with his hand too twist, pinch and pull her nipples painfully. Even with the pain this new slut was getting wet and hot, her body responding. He was pounding her to hard of to get breath to moan so she just grunted with each thrust.
He wasn’t going to last long at this pace so he moved one of his hands down to Kate’s clit. He didn’t care about her pleasure but wanted her to cum for two reasons firstly if she came she was more likely to come back for more and more importantly for a girl to feel truly violated, truly degraded, her body had to enjoy it even as her soul felt dirty. He knew how to use his hands, forcing a girl to cum was one of his specialties, if this slut became his he would send a night with her tied up and do it until she promised to do anything if he would stop. She had a forced, dirty climax. When the old Kate came back she would cry about it and feel used of a long time but the new Kate was too far gone to care.
Robby didn’t want to cum in the slut cunt, she hadn’t earned that yet. So he span her, forcing her to her knees and shot his loan into her mouth, he made sure to pull out before he had done getting it on her face and chest. He leaned down grabbing a handful of her hair “You mine now” he spat at her. Kate just nodded dumbly. It was in this state that he led her out of the toilets, hair a mess, her skirt still pulled up showing off half of her arse, no bra, no panties, and bits of his cum face. Even then it could have all been ok but another girl saw him with her then and that girl talked and soon people would know.
Two days later the girl who knew the estate, a girl who was born there and with luck and hard work had made it all the way to University, even if it was paid for with drug money, a girl who up until two nights ago had been convinced Robby loved her, that is why she let him do those things to her, A girl who had spent all summer working in Liverpool just to be near him ran herself a bath. She had cried a lot over the last days, she had taken the drugs to stop crying but they made it worse. She hated herself because of what she had done for him, she hated herself more because she would do anything to have him back.
She wasn’t going to leave a note, the people that needed to know why she had done it would know, she had wrote it all down in a diary, everything and she had just mail it and the dog collar he had made her wear to the one person that would understand. She knew this wouldn’t be the end, Robby did not know what hell he had invited. She slipped into the hot water, trying to let it clean the dirt off her skin but it would never come off. She picked up the blade and pressed it into her skin, it took her 4 tries before she cut deep enough and the blood started to flow, she tried to do the other arm but her finger wouldn’t work. She started to feel sleepy… she started to drift off to sleep…
Her name was Lisa. She was found later that night by her roommate, she had told Lisa what was being said about Robby, she had thought she was helping and blamed herself for it. She was a nice girl and didn’t deserve that kind of gilt but I am not sure if Lisa didn’t plan it that way. She called the police because that is what normal people did and they came and did their thing. They were more interested as to where she had gotten the drugs than by the suicide. When they rung the police around out way to get someone to tell the family they were certainly more interested in the drugs. Lisa was Lacy’s older sister, it was his drugs money, the money coming off the corner that paid for her education. A real reason to ask an estate gang member about drugs was not something to pass up.
A lad came running down towards the corner Monday afternoon “Rave there are pigs at Lacy’s flat, what do we do?”
I sent a lad to find Lacy, I knew where he was, I knew the flat he shot up in so I sent him there and I walk to Lacy home. If the police where on the estate they had a good reason to be here and I was going to find out what is was. It was the first time I had been to Lacy’s flat, despite his growing habit and me running his corner he worked hard to keep his family away from the gang. He had done a good job because his front door was open by a girl I knew.
Her name was Charlotte, she was in my form, she didn’t talk much and I had never gave her a second look, now that I did she was quite pretty in a child like way, very petite with a mass of uncontrollable blonde hair and big, sad, blue eye. I was shocked to see her there, I should have known if she was related to Lacy but I didn’t and if she was why hadn’t she joined up by now. All of these questions could wait as there was a police car outside.
“Hi I am Rav…”
“I know who you are, I know what you do” she cut me off coldly “Get my brother here now.”
“I have sent someone to get him, can I come in and wait?”
“They are not here for him, you don’t have to act as a buffer just get him here NOW!” she slammed the door on me. It was the first time I had heard Charlotte say more than two words and I liked her from then on. I found Lacy quickly and hustled him home, he was relatively clean. I forced my way through the door after him, I wanted to know what was going in. His mummy was crying, as the police told the story again of Lisa being found dead, how she killed herself, the where two PC and a young detective, he worried me. Charlotte didn’t cry but Lacy did, I would have to keep him out of sight if he kept it up, dead sister or not it was a show of weakness.
It would have gone ok but the detective brought up the subject of the drugs, how could she have got them, did they know anyone who could have sold them too her. His thinly valid accusation got Lacy mad, that was good so I let it go a bit far. I watched him lose his temper, I was big enough now to stop him from doing anything but the police left quickly. I really didn’t like the look the detective gave us as he left, pigs should be scared of us here.
That would have been that, her family would have been sad, but it would have really touch me but for the package Lisa had sent. I was summoned to the YMCA that Friday by Bex, I walked past the typical seen of depravity that was the lower room on a Friday night without even looking. The upstairs was empty as I walked down the hall, the room at the end looked like a bomb had hit it. The tables and chairs had been smashed, the porcelain that was still on the walls was broken, and the rest of it was scatted across the room. From the way he was pacing you could tell that the bomb was called Bob. I didn’t look at anyone in the room but walked over to him, it was our job to watch out for each other and seeing him like this was rare. I place my forehead gently on his and held him there, if he wanted he could have move, he could have ripped me to pieces but he didn’t he was close enough to come back, I looked deep into his eyes as he forced calm on himself with ragged breaths. I turned to look at the room, Lacy was sunk down in one corner his knees pulled up to his chest, Cain had a cut above his left eye from his own attempt to calm Bob down, Bex was white not used to her brother losing control.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked. So they told me, Bex had got a package from Lisa. Lisa had dated Bob back in the day and even if it didn’t work out Bob had loved her but she had got real close to Bex, they were like sister before Lisa had left for a better world and Bex had fallen out with her over it. She had sent Bex her diary believing Bex would be the only one to understand. Bex had read it, the last six months had shocked her, had made her anger, the writing of the last two days had made her cry. I have read the diary, and the last two days where truly bad. That is why we were here to hear the story.
Bob had loved the girl and had taken it badly “He slaved her out” was all he kept saying over and over.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked. Bex passed me the diary, on top was a photo of Lisa sitting next to a man who was looking away from the camera.
“That is Robby” she said “you are going to Liverpool, you are going to find him.” I looked at Cain half excited, was this going to be my first kill. He shook his head ever so slightly.
“Lacy wants to have a word with him about the miss treatment of his sister, you are to take him not kill him. Take Tazz with you, Mark will look after Lacy corner while you are away” He said. I nodded and started planning, I would need help so as well as Tazz I would take Mike, I would like PayDay but we needed to leave some people on the corner.
Killing someone is easy, all you need is some time with the person, hell you don’t have to be alone if you don’t have to be alone if you will risk it. Taking someone whole and not getting court doing it is hard, especially in a town you don’t know, when you are trying to control a drug addict who wants it now. You need a place you can control to take someone , picking them off the street has to many risks and you need time to plan. Finding Robby was easy, we had his name and all it took was sweat talking a secretary to get his timetable. I sat outside his lectures until I saw someone that matched the photo and then we followed him.
I followed him for 4 days on and off, I learned a lot about him, and what I learnt made me sick. Most things he did looked innocent but I had read Lisa diary by this point, I knew what kind of person he was. I watched using people in small ways. He owed a lot of money to people that I wouldn’t owe money to for any reason, which was good as they would be the first to be looked at by the police. It took me a day to work out the only place we could take him was his flat but getting him there was the hard bit, he was so erratic it was hard to plan.
This was where we met Kate, Robby had her bad, he spent most of his nights with her, had her do things slutty in public, humiliated her on more than once while I watched. I needed him in one place and Kate was going to put him there. I had taken a student ID off a lad the first day by bumping into him, I had given him back the rest of his wallet so he would just think he had lost it. I used it to get into the library after Kate that Friday morning, I walked up behind her and grabbed her arm.
“We need to talk” I said with a grin “You scream and I will hurt you.” She didn’t scream, she didn’t fight, and I think Robby had broken her of that. I took her to the stacks, the where places down there that didn’t get used more than twice a year, books that never got read, the place was full of places to have a quite chat. I forced the diary into her hands and commanded her to read, it took her the best part of an hour and a half to finish, and she was white by the end, shaking. She told me her story, crying all the time, she told me everything Robby had had her do over the last 2 weeks, how dirty she felt. She told me she would break it off, never see him again, for what he had done to her and to Lisa. She just wanted to go back to being the old her again, she hated who she was, and I could sympathise with that but it wouldn’t help me.
I told her that Robby would get his but I needed him at his flat tonight and she was going to get him there, it was a risk but I was tired of Liverpool, I wanted to get home. She didn’t need much to agree, she hated him now, he had used her like so many girls before. So I left her and went to wait of Robby to come home. We had been smashing shop front windows with silent alarms near Robby’s Flat for the last four nights, the fastest police response time was 8 minutes, which was more than enough if some call 999. The compound was made up of two L shaped buildings with two entrances, a security guard had a hut at one end and a CCTV camera coved the other entrance so he could watch both, or it would have if we hadn’t taken it off the wall two nights ago and it hadn’t been replaced so we could come and go as we liked.
I watched him go in with Kate from a van across the road, Mike had stolen it yesterday, I gave a slow ten count before getting out. Tazz and I crossed the road towards the block. The front door was quite and complicated lock, it would have taken me 5 or 10 minutes to pick but I had taken a set of keys off a lad leaving earlier that night. I had my bat held flat against my arm, waiting for the lift seemed to take forever but once on it we reached the floor in no time.
We slid our hoods into place, I pulled a bandana up over my nose and mouth. I stood just to the side of the door and let the bat slip down my arm until my fingers gripped the Knob on the end, I pulled it up until my other hand gripped it a few inches from the other end then I swung it like a ram. The trick is to aim just below the lock in order to get the best leverage. The lock was ripped from the wall sending the door crashing inwards. Tazz went first, I followed, one of Robby’s flat mates was pushed over a coach as we pushed in. I pointed the bat at him like a sword, I had read the diary and this guy where little better than he was, I was deeply tempted to hit him but that was why we were here. “Stay the fuck down, we are only here for what is owned” I hear myself yell but I don’t remember thinking it.
The door to his room came off with a kick, it wasn’t even close to the one at the front. He was standing there in just his pants, Kate was naked on the bed, he had been working fast. I hooked the end of the bat into his stomach making him double over, I drove the handle into his neck pinning him to the wall, and I pulled the picture from my pocket and held it up. I didn’t look at it, ever line was burned into my mind but some things had to be done. I threw him to Tazz who dragged him from the room, I looked at Kate taking in her nakedness with a smile under my mask “You look good, next time don’t get drunk and pick a jerk like him, and you might want give us a few minutes before calling the police. Oh and tell them we asked about money” I said as I left the room, the flatmate was still on the floor where we had left him. We took the stairs down, Robby begin he was paid up all the way.
Mike swung the van around and met us coming out, we threw Robby in the back and he promised us everything to let him go, he even promised us Kate. We head of an run down industrial estate on the outskirts, one run down warehouse in a sea of run down warehouse around Liverpool, I am not sure I could find it any more. Mike stayed in the van, god I wish I had, and we dragged him inside. Lacy was high, he was always high now and he had set up tools. I was bad, I did bad things, I got hurting people for information or as punishment, I got that sometimes in that world people have to die, but what Lacy did that night… well I still have dreams about it. He got Robby’s story out of him, one scream at a time, everything he had done to anyone he could think off. For the first 15 minutes I thought he would kill him, for the next I swore he would kill him, for the last I hope he would kill him. I member the screams, but I didn’t turn away, I watch it all. Robby was scum but no one deserved that, he would be using his looks to get things any more.
Lacy was done with him and he told us to take him to a hospital, he wanted him to live with it. We dragged the barely breathing, bloody mess that had been Robby to the van. I carried him into an A and E and dropped that piece of flesh on the floor. A young nurse ran up a look of horror on her face.
“What did he do?” she asked. I looked over my shoulder feeling cold and dead.
“He cheated” and I ran back to the van.
We burnt it on a piece of waste ground, I like fire, if it wasn’t for the whole set of other problems I would say I was a pyromaniac, but watching the flames gave my on emotional release this time, I move closer as the full tank blew, I pull the blood cover hoody off and threw it into the flames, the heat was intense I could feel the hairs on my arms and chest fizz and melt and still nothing. I began to move closer, I don’t know what I would have done if Tazz hadn’t grabbed my arm and pull me to the car.
We drove home in silence, Lacy had used again and was too stoned, Mike had heard the screams and seen the mess we had pulled out and Tazz and I had seen too much. We got home later and left Mike to burn out this car, I walked to the flat, Faye was asleep, I didn’t wake her, I didn’t try to sleep, I just sat on the end of the bed starring at the wall.

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Me and Ben’s first gay experience

My name is Nick, and this is a story that happened last year when I was in Europe with my soccer team. There were 15 of us, and we were staying in hotels, two people to each room. This occurred on the last night of the tour, when me and Ben were staying in the same room. I’d wanted to fuck him for about 3 years, and I finally did something about it. I was 16, and Ben was 15. I’m about 5 foot 11, and Ben is 5 foot 8. I look pretty normal, with tanned skin and a sort of half Bieber haircut. Ben is really hot, and his entire body is tanned and defined, but not muscular.
I looked over and with the help of the dim street lights I could Ben was asleep, his eyes closed. I slowly pulled the covers off myself and stood up. On my tiptoes I carefully walked over to his bed and crouched down. I started lifting up his duvet when he suddenly moved, and turned from his side onto his back. I waited, then resumed lifting his covers and put my head in his bed, between his feet.
I used my arms to pull myself into the bed until my whole body was in and I was lying between his legs. Ben had no shirt on, just briefs that hugged his thighs. He smelt sweet. I slid my hands up his smooth thighs until I reached his briefs. I put my fingers under the elastic band and slowly began sliding them down. Finally I got them over his soft penis, and all the way down below his balls which we hanging. His penis was about 3 inches soft. I placed my hand on it, getting a feel of the size as I couldn’t see in the dark. It twitched. I sniffed in the aroma. I ran a finger down from his balls to his ass, which was right in front of my face. I make a ring around his tight and hairless asshole with my left index finger. Ben’s breathing was constant and he lay motionless. I reached my right hand up to his cock and wrapped my hand around it.
I could feel the blood pumping into it and it started to enlarge. The head started to come out of the foreskin as it grew. I reached my hand up to Ben’s bellybutton and traced a straight line down his smooth and tanned stomach to his partly shaved pubic hair. I picked up his cock and moved my head forward, lightly licking the tip of his cock. His breathing stopped and his body became rigid. He brought his thighs in on each side of my face, and they were touching my cheeks. They were warm and beautiful.
I took that as a hint and enveloped the whole of his cock into my mouth. It was now at full size and about six and a half inches long. I ran my tongue along the underside, and a sweet liquid dribbled down his cock into my mouth, precum. I moved both hands up his tight body and rubbed his nipples as he began moaning in ecstasy. Ben pushed my head down with his hands, and I took his entire cock down my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, loving every minute of this adventure. I grabbed a pillow from under Ben’s head and placed it under his ass so it was in a higher position.
I licked my finger and pushed at his hole, and it went it. I took the finger out and put it back in my mouth. I could taste the sweat that had dripped down from Ben’s balls. I moved my whole head down to his ass and ran my tongue over his tight asshole. I put pressure on my ass with my tongue and my tongue slipped in. I fucked him with my tongue for about 20 second. More sweat from his thighs that were still on each side of my face dribbled down and eventually came down to my mouth. It tasted salty and I loved it. His back arched as I inserted my finger in his ass again. With my other hand I began stroking his cock which was still half erect.
I sat back and pulled his briefs right off before getting up on my knees. I stroke my own cock a few times to get it fully hard, about six inches. I leaned forward over Ben’s body and brought his legs up on my shoulders. My cock was right at the entrance to his ass. I pushed hard, and the saliva left over from when I was licking him helped as lubrication. Ben let out a muffled cry, and my cock slowly pushed into him. When it was all the way in, up to my balls, I let out a sigh. I slowly drew my ass back, and then pushed forward again. Without a condom it felt amazing, and Ben was lying back with his eyes closed. He started stroking his hard cock, and I kissed his feet which were right beside my face.
My thrusts started getting quicker as my cock plunged in and out of his still tight ass. As Ben’s breathing began to pick up he orgasmed, and cummed all over his stomach. With my cock still in him, I leant over and licked up his cum. This action by me leaning over forced my cock in him even deeper and he let out a gasp. The salty liquid coated my mouth, and this pushed me over the edge. releasing 5 spurts of cum into his ass. I sat on my knees with my cock still in him for a moment, our breathing frantic and loud. I pulled out and collapsed on him, our sweaty bodies with cum all over them making it extremely messy. Ben took my cock into his mouth, and sucked all the cum off of it before I got off him and stood up. I walked over a few steps before falling onto my bed and drifting to sleep
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Graduation Weekend: Chapter 2

Chapter 2
A good blow job is generally better than any amount of Valium. Emily, my wife’s cousin, had just given me one of the best blow jobs of my life about 20 minutes ago, and now I was laying in bed next to my passed out wife trying to get to sleep. Problem was, this time the blow job didn’t get me relaxed for sleep, but just worked me up more. I laid next to my passed out wife with an erection that just wouldn’t go away. I began stroke my cock slowly. It just didn’t feel right. In part because I was in my sister in law’s guest room, next to my sleeping wife, but more so because after a warm wet mouth with a talented tongue, my dry work-worn man hands are a pretty poor substitute. As I lie in bed, I began to figure Emily must be worse off than I was. She didn’t even get off during our encounter in the bathroom. Maybe talking through our ‘issue’ would help me settle my mind down a bit. I decided to check on Emily to see how she was doing after our little session.
As we were all staying at my sister in law’s apartment, Emily got the couch in the living room. I quietly stepped out to the living room to be sure not to wake anyone else in the apartment. As I neared the couch, I could here some soft moans.
Emily must have worked her self up sucking me off, because when I got to her, her eyes were closed, her legs were spread, and her left hand was inside the gym shorts she wore to bed. She hadn’t replaced the t-shirt I ripped off in the bathroom, so her tits where sticking up the way 21 year old tits do. They were big, and started to fall to the sides, but her tits were so firm that they stuck out over six inches in the airHer right hand was slowly massaging her tit. I leaned down and put a kiss on her hardened nipple. She gasped and opened her eyes as I switched nipples and started to lick the other.
“I couldn’t sleep. You got me so worked up, and I knew you didn’t get anything in return. That’s just not fair”
“I couldn’t sleep either. I’m thinking about your huge dick and can still taste the cum in the back of my throat. My fingers are more just torture down here than any sort of relief. I could definitely use some help.”
I went right for her those short gym shorts, pulling them down in no time. Once they were off, I was treated with a perfectly bald pussy, swollen from her excitement and fingers. Her lips were pink and puffy, and her clit was sticking out almost half an inch. I pushed Emily back against the chair’s arm and pushed her knees apart. I leaned between her thighs and licked her bald pussy. She said she got waxed on Friday morning after Katie had told her how much I love a hairless snatch. Did she plan something for this weekend? Is this why it was always Emily at the bar with my wife getting more drinks? I pushed those questions out of my mind and pushed my tongue as deep as I could inside her slit. I licked the left, licked the right, flicked up to the clit, and dragged my tongue up and down. I should have brought scuba gear I was down there so long and so deep. Emily used her hands to massage those perfect tits and pinch her hardened nipples. She had to put a pillow over her mouth to keep from waking the rest of the apartment.
Just as Emily was about to cum, I pulled my tongue out of her snatch and licked down to her asshole. I didn’t want her to cum too soon, but also wanted to continue to give her some intense pleasure. Maybe some that she hadn’t had before. She gasped and clenched, but didn’t protest. I went back to her pussy, worked on her clit, and again when she got close to cumming, I slid back down to her sphincter, this time pushing my tongue inside a bit. She clenched again at first, but relaxed after a second. I rimmed her asshole, licking the outside while occasionally probing the inside.
“Mmmm… that’s feels good, weird, but good. No one’s ever eaten my ass like that.”
“Never?” I asked. “I like a little ass play. I little tongue, some fingering, and I love to fuck some ass. Katie’s not big on it, so I only get to do it about once a year.”
“My old roommate Isabel used to try to put a finger in my ass sometimes, but I thought it was gross and made her stop.”
“Isabel? The blond? Good, I’d have loved to have seen that. Maybe she knew some pleasures she wanted to teach you.” I stopped talking so I could go back to licking her clit, but replaced my tongue in her ass with my finger. She moaned as my mouth worked all over her pussy, but she clenched again as my finger went in her ass. She relaxed after a second, and let my slowly slide it in. I worked her up towards climax again and her body became more receptive to the finger that was now sliding in and out, fucking her ass. Since I didn’t have a condom, I knew I wouldn’t be able to cum in her pussy, this was a good sign that I would still be able to cum in her without any risk of pregnancy. I flicked her clit with my tongue and worked my finger in and out of her asshole. I was ready to get my dick wet again, and Emily was begging to get fucked. I put her on her knees on the couch so she was facing the back of the couch. I stood behind her slid my dick into her over heated pussy and she groaned.
“Gooodddd!! I’ve been needing that all night! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
I had already cum once from the blow job, and had drank a decent amount of booze that night, so I was in no worry of cumming too early. I fucked her hard with deep strokes. Pulling out all eight inches except the tip, then slamming all eight inches back in.
“You like that? What else do you want?”
“I just want you to keep fucking me!”
“There’s nothing else you want? You sure? I thought you might enjoy some of the other things I was doing earlier.”
“Yeah, you could do some of the earlier things too.”
“Tell me what you want me to do, and I’ll do it.”
“Stick your finger in my ass! Fuck my ass with your finger!”
I lubed up my finger again with her abundant pussy juices and slid it back into her ass. He sphincter clinched, again, indicating how tight her ass could be. The finger seemed to strike a nerve with her in a good way. Her pussy clenched on my dick, and she started to tell me she was close.
“I’m going to cum! Don’t stop”
“I’m going to cum too, but I can’t cum in your pussy. Put you fingers on your clit and rub.” And I quickly removed my dick from her pussy.
“What are you doing?” “Ohhh!!” I didn’t need to answer as I forced my dick into where my finger had been. Her asshole had never felt a dick before, and certainly nothing this thick. It took a minute to get the thick head past her sphincter. Emily started to whince, but I slowed down and helped her fingers on her clit and massaged her left nipple. I slowly worked a few inches of my dick into her asshole as she furiously fingered herself. I pulled out a couple of inches, and slid in a few more inches. After a few slow penetrations, I had over 5 inches in her ass. I couldn’t fit the whole thing in, but enough for Emily to feel full, and enough for me to feel great.
“Ooohh Goodddd! I’m cummmmiiinnnnggg!! I’m cumminng!! Keep fucking my asshole! I feel so full of dick right now!” Her asshole squeezed hard on my dick on my final push as she came, and on that I got almost my full eight inches into her ass. That set me off as well and I came the biggest cum of my life. Rope after rope of cum shot straight into her no longer virgin asshole.
As we caught our breath, my dick began to soften in her back door. I kissed her on the back of her neck and said good night.
“Sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I got up to go back to bed where my wife was sleeping. As I rounded the corner to go back to the hall, I thought I heard a creak in the floor, and may have seen the door to my sister in law’s room fall close.

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Next Door Neighbors

Next Door Neighbors…Part 1
I was about to get in my car when Doris called out and asked me if I could stop in and see her. She said she had something she wanted to talk with me about. I told her I had to run to the store and wouldn’t be long.
As I drove to the store the thought crossed my mind as to what she wanted to talk about. Doris stayed in the house most of the time unless she was driving her husband, Paul, somewhere. I never really had any conversations with her.
Paul and Doris had bought the house next to me about 6 months ago. They had moved here to be closer to their relatives. They were in their 70’s and kept to themselves mostly, although I had baked them cookies and cake and helped them as much as possible. Paul needed a walker to get around and Doris did all the driving. Paul was a small man about 5’ 3” and Doris about 5’ 1”. Paul was quite the talker and enjoyed sitting in his garage and talk with me whenever he could catch me. I tried to accommodate him as much as I could and did not want to hurt his feelings. At his age I considered him a harmless dirty old man and would listen to his dirty jokes and how he bragged about not needing Viagra. He especially liked to talk about my 42D tits. At 5’10” and 180lbs I supposed I seemed like an amazon to him. I would kid him about telling Doris on him for flirting with me. He would always tell me she wouldn’t care. I would tell him that a woman of my size would hurt him if we had sex. He would always tell me that what a young women needs is an experienced man. As a 52 yr old, blue eyed blond, I wouldn’t classify myself as a young woman. The better I got to know him, the more I teased him. As time went by I would dress less and less. When I knew he was in his garage I would always put on some type of halter top with no bra, about 2 sizes too small short shorts with no panties, and flip flops. Plenty of cleavage and plenty of my big ass for him to drool over. Why not give the little old man a show? I certainly found out one thing…he didn’t need Viagra. I definitely aroused him enough because he would always make a point of it to stand up after we were talking and I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in his pants.
When I got home I unloaded my groceries and went to see Doris. But first I made sure I looked as “Plain Jane” as possible. No need to tease her. She invited me into her living room and we both sat on the coach.
Terri, you’ve been very friendly with us since we’ve moved in and I’d like to thank you for that.
You’re quite welcome.
I’ve never really had a chance to talk with you much but Paul certainly enjoys his conversations with you.
Well, I enjoy talking with him.
You mean teasing him, don’t you?
I looked at her and noticed that she was somewhat sheepishly smiling.
Oh, we have a good time joking with each other. I was somewhat uncomfortable because although she was smiling I still might get an ass chewing from a jealous wife. And, just how much did she know of what went on and although she never came into the garage with Paul and me could she have been eaves dropping and peeking somehow?
Well, you certainly get him aroused and although I don’t benefit from it anymore, it’s been great for him. Don’t you find it amazing that at Paul’s age he can still get a full erection?
Wow, I was blown away! Here I am talking with a wife about her husband’s hard-on. I was lost as to where she was going with this and somewhat uncomfortable.
I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You see, Terri, I have not been able to have sex with Paul for about 10 years. It hurts when he is inside me and it’s such a shame because we have always been so active sexually. I know it must bother him but we have been married for over 50 years and we are still in love. And, as good as he is sexually, I know he has never been unfaithful. Did you know that he masturbates every time he gets done talking with you?
I was at a loss for words and stammered, How do you know?
Because I’ve seen him and sometimes I do it for him. We have always had a very open sexual relationship. He has always been fascinated by big blond women and since we’ve had a computer his fascination has grown immensely.
A computer, I thought. Why this little old man is quite the pervert, too. Anyway, I thought I’d play the dumb blond role. Computer? What do you mean?
Honey, please come with me and I’ll show you.
I followed Doris into an office area and she fired up a computer and immediately pulled up a porn website Paul had saved. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and told me to have a seat. I sat down and browsed the website. It showed videos and pictures of BBWs having sex with old men. Wow, I thought…Paul is quite the voyeur.
Just then Doris came up behind me. Now do you see what I mean?
Yes, I guess I do, but doesn’t it bother you that he watches this.
Oh no, deary, not at all. If I can’t please him sexually anymore, he needs to have some type of release. That’s why he gets so aroused when he talks with you…especially the way you dress or should I say don’t dress. Paul always remarks about your cleavage and how your butt cheeks hang out of your shorts.
I was about to offer a defense for my attire or lack thereof when she continued.
Terri, I am not a jealous woman and I do want to please my husband. He is a good man. And, if masturbating over you and these porn sites pleases him…I’m OK with that.
I sat there silently wondering what all this was about. A woman, who I barely know, telling me that she can’t have sex with her husband, who I barely know, and that he jerks off over me after we have conversations and that she knows this because she watches and helps him do it…not to mention that he watches BBWs getting sexed by old men on the internet.
Terri, Paul and I value your friendship and we want to continue having you as our friend so I hope what I’ve shared with you, so far, has not offended you.
Uh, no, but I have to ask why you shared all this with me. I’m somewhat confused as to the purpose of this all.
Well, I just wanted to lay the ground work for the reason I asked to talk with you in the first place.
I could sense the nervousness in her voice.
Terri, please turn the chair around and face me.
When I did, I noticed her wringing her hands.
Terri, would you have sex with Paul?
I didn’t know how to answer…I was dumbfounded.
Doris, I don’t know…I can’t believe this wouldn’t bother you. Does Paul know about this?
Yes, we’ve talked about it at length. Paul is with some friends playing cards at the VFW. I told him I would try and talk with you today about this. I was going to call you when I noticed you outside. And trust me…this is my idea, not his. I had to convince him that I was OK with it. Looking at a computer and having a dirty conversation with an attractive woman and masturbating is far from having actual sex with another woman. But as I’ve said, Paul is a good husband and if I can’t please him sexually then this is the least I can do for him.
Doris, I really don’t know what to say. I have to have some time to think about this.
Fine, Terri, but please remember this. It would mean so much to my husband and me if you would do this. Please don’t view Paul or I as weird. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot…may I ask you a personal question?
Sure…what is it?
Well, Paul seems to think that your titties are natural…are they?
I was caught off guard by the question and stammered. Ah, yes…they are.
Really? I just find that hard to believe.
Well, ah, they are.
Would you show me?
Show you…what?
Your titties. Please don’t be embarrassed. I’m just curious. Besides, it’ll be just between us girls.
The thought of me exposing my tits to another woman so she could look at them embarrassed me.
If you would rather not, fine, but I just thought you like to flaunt them so you wouldn’t mind.
Flaunt them?
Isn’t that what you do in front of Paul? Besides, humor this old lady. I’m not asking you to strip naked…just show me your titties.
Oh well, I thought…what the hell…what harm could there be. I was wearing a sweatshirt and took it off but left my bra on.
Aren’t you going to take your bra off?
I noticed a gleam of expectancy in her eyes as she stared at my tits. OK, I thought. I removed the bra and let it fall to the floor. At 52, I had the normal sagging and they rested on my belly.
Wow, are they huge! Can I touch them?
Touch them, I thought? Is she a lesbian? I had never been with a woman and never had the interest.
She reached out with her little hands. Well, can I?
Ah, OK, sure, fine.
She grabbed them and started feeling them all over.
Feeling foolish standing there letting a woman feel my tits I stammered, Uh, you see, Paul was right.
She remained quiet and pinched my nipples gently, at first, but harder to the point that I winced.
Oh, I’m sorrow honey. Let Doris kiss them and make them all better.
Before I knew it she was kissing, licking, and sucking my big tits.
Doris, I stammered as I pulled away, please don’t.
Why sweetie? Doesn’t it feel good or is it because I’m a woman?
Yes, it feels good but, ah, I’m not a lesbian.
Well, honey, I’m not either. Paul am I used to do threesomes years ago and I have needs too. And you admitted it feels good. Besides you wouldn’t want to hurt a little old ladies feelings?
She continued sucking my big tits and I felt myself getting wet.
Here, honey, come lay on the couch. Might as well be comfortable.
She took me by the arm and sat me on the couch and then started kissing me. Her mouth found mine and she forced her tongue deep in my mouth. She pushed me down on my back and continued kissing me while her hand kept squeezing my right tit. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was getting. She then pushed her hand down my sweatpants and tried to force my legs apart. Damn, I thought, she’s trying to rape me!
Please, Doris, stop as I tried to push her off me. For a little 70 yr old woman she was surprisingly strong. She grabbed both my wrists and forced my arms over my head while sitting on my bare chest. I didn’t want to hurt her so I let her continue, waiting for a chance to get my clothes and leave.
Why don’t you just take off the rest of your clothes, honey?
Doris, please, I think this has gone far enough.
She let go of my right wrist and slapped my face hard.
You listen and listen good. I’m telling you to strip naked and I do mean now. She then slapped my face hard again.
Please, Doris, don’t hit me again. I’ll do whatever you say. Even though my face stung form her slaps, I was wet and aroused by what she was doing to me. I stood up, kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants and panties off. I stood there completely naked while she sat on the couch leering at me with a wicked grin. I suppose I could have gathered up my clothes and overpowered her and left but I was enjoying what she was doing to me. Damn, was I going crazy?
Sweetie, walk around for me. I want to see how your big naked body moves.
I know my face was red from embarrassment as I walked around in front of her naked obeying her commands: spread your fat pussy lips, turn around, bend over, and spread your big ass cheeks. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life and yet so aroused!
Why do you shave your pussy?
I, uh, really don’t know. I just always have.
You don’t know? You just always have? I’ll tell you why…because you are a big fucking whore! Only whores do that! She then came up next to me, fondled my big ass and pussy, fingering me in both my holes. I thought I was going to pass out; I was so hot!
You like what I’m doing to you, honey?
Oh yes, Doris, oh yes. My mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow.
Good, go into the bedroom, lay on the bed, and spread your legs wide.
As I walked in front of her to the bedroom she pinched and slapped my big ass.
Sweetie, what a meaty ass you’ve got. Paul is going to love it! Along with your thick legs, belly, and huge tits! He is going to fuck you real good, honey! Now lay down!
I did and she climbed on me kissing me and fingering my wet pussy starting with one finger and finally working all her fingers roughly in and out. I was grinding my big hips hard against her hand. She pulled her hand out and started slapping me on my wet pussy. Oh my, it hurt so good!
Oh yes, Doris, beat me good…beat my naked pussy gooooooooood! She continued slapping my pussy as I came again and again! As I lay there she made me clean her fingers with my mouth.
Now, honey, that wasn’t so bad was it?
Oh no, that was wonderful. But Doris, how about you? Did you get satisfied?
Not completely dear but when the three of us are together I’ve got something special in mind.
I lay there looking at her wicked grin wondering what that might be.
Honey, you need to get dressed, get home, get cleaned up, and I’ll call you after Paul gets home.
I staggered on wobbly legs into the living room, got dressed, and left.
The phone call came about 2 hrs later, long enough for me to get cold feet if I had wanted to. However, what Doris had just done to me made me want more and even though I did not know what she and her husband had in store for me, I was still wet thinking about the possibilities.
Doris instructed me not to wear any underware or jewelry because, as she put it, “We want you completely naked as soon as possible”. I had already taken a shower so I threw on the same sweats I had earlier. I entered through the garage and knocked on the kichen door. Doris greeted me in a bathrobe and slippers. I asked where Paul was.
He’s in the bedroom but before we see him, you need to know something.
What’s that?
She looked at me sternly. You better please him and do whatever he wants. Do you understand me?
I could tell she was dead serious. I was half frightened and half excited. Yes, maam. I’ll do my best.
Well, you listen to me, bitch. Your best better be good enough!
I could have turned around and walked out but I didn’t…was I losing my mind?

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Games with Authority – Ch 1

The party had been wild, you seventeen.
When it was busted you and three of your girlfriends ended up together, giggling drunk, sharing a cold cell. Finally they’d had to switch off the lights to shut you up.
You were rudely woken at dawn – cold, hungover and aching from the rough concrete floor – by the heavy cell door clanging open. The officer selected one of your two friends, sharing the relative comfort of the narrow bed head to toe, and took her away, locking the door behind him.
You were still groggy, sick in your stomach, when she was brought back threequarters of an hour later stark naked, tangle of skimpy party clothes clutched to her chest, sandals hanging from her fingers. Her cheeks were red and . She droped her clothes to the floor as the door slammed closed, covered her face and started to sob.
“My god! What did they do to you?” one of your friends asked, stupidly.
“What do you fucking think they did to me?” she yells “two dirty old fucking cops gave me ten strokes of the cane, that’s what they did to me – and you’re all getting the same, plus 20 hours community service”.
“But I’ll tell you what, the caning’s not the worste bit, the worst bit’s stripping in front of those smirking dirty old fuckers, being strapped down legs apart so they can get a good look between your legs and being made to walk back here through the station, in front of dozens of people, like this –
naked”. The tears have dried up with her sudden anger and she starts to dress, leaving her panties off.
As she finished dressing the door swung open again, and it was your turn. You were lead from the cell by two officers, one you guessed to be in his early thirties the other mid forties. They said nothing as they lead you to the superintendents cluttered office and handed him your rap sheet.
He gave it only a cursory glance, not bothering to acknowledge your presence, “same as the others?”, “yes Sir”, “OK” he signed the bottom of the form with a flourish and handed it back to the older officer – “the same for her; 10 strokes and 20 hours – take her downstairs”.
Before you could object you were led from his office, a firm grip on your forearm. They pushed you in front of them down the corridor, through the station. You could feel them looking you up and down appreciatively, finally the younger sniggered “you know what … I think I’m going to enjoy this one even more than her friend – don’t you just love these naughty little tenagers and their little strip shows?” to you know, “can’t wait to see your little tits and tight pussy girl”.
Your your cheeks flushed in embarrassed trepidation of the upcoming act of punishment and humiliation.
Finally they lead you down a clanking metal stairwell to the basement where a woman officer stood waiting in front of another heavy iron cell door.
Inside thie cell was even more depressing than the one you shared with your girlfriends, just a few square metres of windowless dirty whitewashed concrete, a single low watt bulb hanging, hot, on a length of cable, from the ceiling and a cheap steel legged formica table bolted to the floor square in the middle of the floor. Four pairs of handcuffs hung, two from corners of the tabletop and two around oposing legs, ready to restrain you.
The female officer locked the cell door and stood, barring the exit, arms crossed, indifferent and bored. She’d been witness dozens of times before and doesn’t care – she’s a token legal requirement when a female offender is to be naked with male officers.
Turning to face you, both grinning, the older of the officers pointed at your chest; “it’s time – strip”.
When you didn’t move he started again, more slowly “take off your clothes, your jewellery; absolutely everything and leave it on the floor. Offenders are to be completely naked when they receive punishment”.
With no choice, and not wanting to subject yourself to an assisted strip you started to undress. It didn’t take long, your thin party clothes little impedemant to imminent nudity, your sandals, tee-shirt, then shorts joined one another in an untidy pile on the floor between you and the police officers. Then, with your cheeks flushed hot, your skimpy black bra and panties topped the pile and you were naked.
“Jewellery” the younger officer reminds you – and your earrings, necklace and watch fell in turn on top of your bunched up panties.
They made short work of strapping you down. Bending you roughly to double up over the tables edge and clamping your wrists out in front of you at opposing corners of the table. Then crouched at your feet to enjoy your utter humiliation as they slowly pulled your legs wide and cuffed your ankles to the table legs.
“Cute pussy”. You didn’t know which of them whispered it to you as they stood again.
The ten strokes were applied quickly and mercilessly. You writhed in agony with each seering stroke and tried in vain to hold back the tears and screams. By the fourth stroke you were no longer able to and began to struggle ineffectually against your bonds, trying somehow to escape the next blow, howling your agony into the soundproofed room. Tears ran over your hot cheeks and fell to the tabletop in front of you.
It was over as quickly as it started, you don’t remember being released or having your bundle of clothes thrust into your hands. You do remember the humiliation of the long walk through the station back to the cell and your girlfriends, policemen those being interviewed looking up from their desks to smirk at the naked young woman as she’s lead between them.
———
This time, in your mid thirties, you’ve been stopped at a checkpoint returning from a late night at the office. The tax disk on your steady boyfriends car is a month out of date – 40 strokes and 40 days in jail, a well publicised punishment and the end of your career amongst other things.
They’ve left you alone in the squad car whilst they try their luck picking up other offenders to make the trip back to the station worthwhile. You look down at yourself, dreassed in your best office clothes; a short sleeved ivory satin blouse, charcoal grey knee-length pencil skirt, slit up the back, dark pantyhose slicking your long legs and shiny patent heels. Underneath your boyfriends favourite underwear is hidden, skimpy and black.
You realise there’s not a lot you won’t do, or risk to avoid this punishment – quite aside from the remembered pain and humiliation of the beating, now four times as many strokes, there’s the fact that 40 days in jail will loose you your job, your apartment and quite possibly your boyfriend.
After a lonely hour the police officers return to the car with two more offenders, young men. They let one in each side of the car so that you’re sandwiched between them straddling the central column. They’re damp from standing in the insistent drizzle whilst the police took their particulars, neither looks happy or utters a word.
The two officers, a man and a woman, remove their regulation waterproofs and get into the front seats, the man on the drivers side. The car starts and pulls away from the curb slowly.
Five minutes into the journey you realise the officers are dawdling, taking a very long back street route to the station. There might be a chance; you lean forward to the perforated Perspex that separates passengers from drivers, clear your throat, “officers, is there some way we can make this problem go away?”
“Are you offering a bribe to an officer of the law?”. The response appears to preclude any leeway.
The car rolls on through the night. After a few more minutes of silence, still no nearer the station, the woman in the passenger seat turns, opens a small hatch into the rear of the squad car and dangles the keys to your handcuffs between thumb and forefinger; “take your clothes off”.
You have to twist awkwardly in the confined space to turn your back to her and take the proffered keys. You close your eyes head down, your hair hanging over your face, as you fumble to insert the key in the cuffs and turn it. One of the hoops slides open with a sequence of clicks, and you’re free. You rub the circulation back into your wrists after you hand the cuffs and key back through the little hatch, and it is closed.
Knowing they will quickly loose interest if you hesitate you draw forward on the seat and start to undress. You unbutton your satin blouse in the, knowing their eyes will be aclimatised to the gloom by now, and shuck if off your shoulders and down your arms, revealing your pert breasts cupped in your thin black bra. Glancing up you catch the drivers eyes in the rear view mirror and feel the hot expectant gaze of the other passengers. You drop your blouse into the lap of the boy on your right, you don’t want it to get ruined in the footwell.
You edge your buttocks further forward in the seat, until your pantyhose’d knees rest against the Perspex divider between passenger and driver cabins, your elbows underneath you pushed against the other passengers, arching your back to raise your bum from the seat, inadvertently pointing your breasts at the ceiling, you work your skirt around your waist to bring button and zip to the front. As you do you meet the quizzical gaze of one of the boys sitting next to you. He gives you a quick shy smile and nods, suggesting you continue.
You slide back to a sitting position to undo your skirt, put one hand on the seat behind you again to raise your bum so that you can use the other hand to shuck the skirt over your bottom and panties and down to your knees. Sliding back in the seat you bend double to undo the ankle straps of your patent black heals, discard them in the footwell and strip your skirt off, folding it quickly and dropping it on top of your blouse in your neighbors lap, catching his gaze as you do so, he winks.
As you edge the first of your pantyhose down your thigh two handed the squad car rolls through the derelict gates of a dark foboding disused factory on the industrial outskirts of town. Slowly, tires crunching on gravel, making it’s way deeper into the compound as you toss the first bunched up pantyhose into the footwell and start on the second. By the time you’ve removed the second the drivers found a dark secluded corner, an overhanging tree hiding you from the moonlight now that the rain has ceased and night sky cleared, pulled to a stop and killed the lights. The driver turns, with a grin, to join the others watching you strip, you meet his gaze and he smiles and nods for you to continue.
You arch your back forward and reach both hands to the small of your back and the fiddly clasp of your bra, biting your lip as you work it open. The female officer, without looking away from you, reaches to the ceiling, feels around until she finds what she wants and, just as you are pulling your bra off your tits and painfully erect nipples, presses a switch and the central of three small reading lights flicks on over your head, illuminating your sordid little strip show. You can no longer see the officers in the drivers compartment, reflections in the dividing Perspex hiding them from you, but you know they’re still watching intently.
You cup your breasts in your hands and role your nipples between finger and thumb, eyes closed, seeing the reading light red through your upturned eyelids. But the male officer is impatient for the show to go on; “no need to mess about – get your panties off” after a brief pause he adds “slut”, just to make you feel good about what you’re doing.
Knowing what’s required of their “slut” you slide down until your back is flat on the seat, your head bent forward umcomfortably, your bottom hanging out over the footwell and plant your bare feet on the cold Perspex divider, your knees wide and legs doubled back, your half translucent panties pulled taught. Your breasts hang flat against your chest, your still erect nipples pointing slightly outwards. Your neighbors lean in over you and you can see the silloutes of the officers peering at you illuminated from behind by moonlight through the windscreen.
You slip your panties over your buttocks, until the elastic taught around the top of your thighs, their translucent crotch taught between your legs a centimeter above your pussy, hiding it, then you pull the dark triangle of material up to your belly and hold it there for a few seconds, letting them take a good long look at the pink sensitive frills of your pussy and neat little triangle of carefully cropped pubic hair, spreading your knees wider until the muscles of your inner thighs stand rigid, splaying yourself for their viewing pleasure.
Quickly you put your knees together, slide your panties over them and, leaving them hanging from one ankle spread yourself again, stark naked.
The woman instructs you from the dark of the drivers cabin; “play with yourself, get your pussy wet, spread it for them”. You comply, putting two fingers in your mouth, taking them out glistening with saliva and running them down your cleavage, and belly until they’re stroking, caressing and moistening yourself. As you feel yourself release slick fluids you push your fingers deeper and then part them in a victory sign, spreading yourself, exposing your pink insides, tight vagina and your engorged clitoris dangling in the middle. With the other hand you play with your clitoris with increasing urgency, until you’re ready, and plunge two fingers to the hilt deep inside your silky wet hole to frig yourself roughly.
The little hatch flips open between your legs, the blunt black end of the female officers night stick is offered to you; “get it inside you” she instructs, voice hoarse. Retracting your fingers, soden with lubricating fluids you grasp the end of the shaft with one hand, spreading yourself even wider with the other, and slowly run its hard blunt end up and down between your lips to lubricate it. It’s thick and unforgiving, too wide for you to get in easily, it takes both hands to spread yourself wide enough to get the tip through the tight ring of vaginal muscle, you arch backwards and a loud moan escapes you involuntarily as the baton is roughly twisted and thrust up you from the other side of the hatch. She forces three inches of it inside you before beginning to languorously fuck you with it, twisting it slowly in and out. The men are enjoying watching you squirm, abandoned in this rough perversion, your hot breath has steamed up the side windows and the beads of sweat pool on your flushed chest and a trickle down between your breasts.
Finally she withdraws the baton, the hatch closes and you collapse back into the seat panting for breath, mopping the sweat from your brow, allowed to relax for a few seconds.
“Now, I’ve waited long enough”, it’s the female officer. “Get these boys out of their pants, I want to see their cocks – you can leave them cuffed”.
Complying, you turn to the boy on your left, look him in the eye, grin and wink, and brush your folded blouse and skirt from his lap. Daintily you pluck his belt, button and fly apart, fold his jeans open, to where his erect penis is pushing against his boxer shorts trying to escape. Briefly you push the thin cotton apart revealing his head to you alone as your body is twisted in front of him hiding him from the wpc. Then you put your arms around his waste, grip his jeans at the back, and with him raising his buttocks slightly, yank his trousers and briefs roughly down to his thighs, watching amused as his cock springs to rigid attention, freed from the constraining material. A few more shoves and you manage to get his trousers and pants around his ankles.
Sitting back, you hook his nearest knee over your leg, put your lips to his ear and whisper, loudly enough for everyone to hear, “spread, bitch!”.
He obliges, sliding forward on the now sweat slippery seat, jacking his knees further apart, his engorged helmet bouncing against his taught belly. You cup one hand gently around his balls, thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of his shaft, you jerk him gently, pointing him at where you know the woman to be sitting unseen – “what do you want me to make this bitch do?” you ask. “play rough with him”, comes the answer.
He’s helpless, hands still cuffed behind his back, as you pull, squeeze, roll, slap, lick and nip playfully at his cock and balls, making sure the womans view is unobstructed, you ask him repeatedly, with a playful grin, “do you like it bitch? you want it harder bitch?” when his cock is slick with sweat you bend over it an take it into your mouth, lapping up the salty savoriness of it, pushing it down deep, unable to breath, until you can take no more in and pull back, gagging.
You turn to the other boy, “ready to show her your cock?” you ask and, without waiting for an answer, yank his trouser open and down around his knees. You get on all fours across the back seat, your legs in the other guys lap, your buttocks in his face as you take the next guy straight into your mouth, bobbing up and down over his cock enthusiastically whilst trying to get into a position where the other man can use his tongue on you, eventually wrapping one leg around the back of his neck and forcing your wet pussy into his face, not caring about his tongue, mastabating yourself on his face, nose and chin.
When you stop and turn and kiss him hard you can taste your sweet secretions all over him. You sit back between them, relaxing a second, a hand on each ramrod cock, teasing slowly as you draw breath.
“Play time’s over – time for you to fuck”, it’s the man, the command in his voice clear.
You swing your legs over one of the boys at random, helping him to shuffle into the middle of the seat, reach between your legs to spread yourself, the other hand on his chest, then lower yourself onto him, you’re so wet he slips in easily. You start to fuck, gyrating yor hips slowly, letting them watch as you slide onto and off him, rubbing your tits in circles on his chest, licking his face.
After a minute the gruff mans voice comes from behind the Perspex shield; “You” he’s talking to the unoccupied boy, “get your hands to the hatch so I can uncuff you”. In order to let him to the hatch you have to slide the boy you’re fucking down flat onto the seat and let him slide into the footwell awkwardly bending over the pair of you. You hear the cuffs slide undone.
“Now, get on top of her”
You stop undulating on the boy beneath you and wait as the next one climbs on top, slips one arm around your neck so that he can hold you down, grips his cock in the other hand and lays it carefully along the sweaty crease of your buttocks. Quickly he raises himself to make room and runs the head of his rock hard member between your buttocks until you can feel it pushing against your puckered arsehole. You try to relax. He pushes harder into you, at the same time pushing you down by the neck, risking the other boy sliding out, you gasp and arch backwards until your sweaty cheek is resting against his as he penetrates your tight sphincter and slowly twists himself into you inch by inch. Once he’s in up to his hilt you both relax a second, you feeling impaled, the two fat cocks stuffing you, only an inch apart inside you.
You are helpless to contribute as they both start to thrust and withdraw, squirming above and below, sandwiching you between them, you close your eyes, bite your lip and moan without control as they simultaneously fuck and sodomise you, sometimes in rhythm, sometimes juxtoposition.
You take it for as long as you can, finally in drooling delirium climb up the boy beneath you to escape and evacuate them, gasping for breath in the sweaty humid confines of the passenger cabin.
You take control again, shove the boys to either side of the cabin and get up onto the seat on elbows and knees, give them your mouth and pussy, let one fuck you whilst you service the other with your mouth, hard and urgently.
You turn around to share your favours fairly.
Finally you feel both of them reaching the point of no return, pull off them and slide into the footwell, head back mouth open, breasts ready for the photo finish you know the watchers want. Grasping both boys around balls and hilt you draw them in over you, let them masturbate themselves urgently, occasionally drawing one or the other of them to you and sucking his head quick and hard.
They cum almost simultaneously, twin hot jets squirting onto your cheeks, lips and into your open mouth, running down your face into your hair and down your neck and cleavage. They squeeze more out onto your tits and then shake the last drops so that they fall randomly all over you. You swallow the viscus salty cum that they ejaculayed into your throat and then take each rapidly deflating member into your mouth and suck it clean before falling back into the seat to clean yourself as best you can – licking around your mouth, rubbing the cum out of your eyelashes on the back of your hands and scraping as much of it as you can from your cheeks.
The boy on your left has already pulled his pants back on, the woman officer dangles the key for the others cuffs through the hatch so that you can free him and he can dress. You lie back naked as they do, strangely pleased with yourself, you never thought you had it in yourself to be that wantonly abandoned and it had been an extremely exciting and satisfying experience, you long ago lost count of how many times you’d orgasmed. You reach into the footwell and slip your blouse over your shoulders, leaving it undone and soaking up some of the rapidly cooling drops of cum, you collect your bra, panties, hose and skirt in your lap and wait.
“You two boys can fuck off now and walk back to your car, we have some unfinished business to see to with the chick”, the door locks click open And they get out without complaining about the two kilometre walk through the unlit streets back to their car. As they walk away you hear one of them say to the other “well that was an unexpected turn of events …” then they are gone into the night.
If you thought that was to be the end of things you’d have put your clothes back on, but you hadn’t. The woman turns to you; “we were only bringing those boys in for a record check anyway, they’d forgotten their ID’s”.
They both get out of the car, her for a cigarette, him to slide into the backseat next to you. She sits on the fender facing away smoking languorously, not wanting to see what her partner does with you.

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Diary of a Slave Merchant – 2008 (part 3)

January 10th, 2008
11:18pm
Baby went to the womens shelter tonight. She has an Hispanic girl that wanted to come home with her tonight. Baby has been talking to her for a week or so now. Baby told her she’d have to check with me first.
Most of the girls immediate family was deported about two weeks ago. She escaped deportation because she wasn’t home at the time. She has no other family here besides a few cousins, none of which she can stay with, and an older brother that lives in his car. This would be an easy and safe acquisition, but Baby said she is just “OK” looking, 22 years old and “slightly overweight” so she wanted to make sure we even wanted her first.
I figured she might not sell for much, but anything we could get for her would be better than nothing, and she is extremely low-risk. I told her to bring the girl home tomorrow night.
Flower is coming along fine, or so Baby tells me. I’ve been too busy to properly test her talents. And as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve not been very motivated to work with her now that she is broken and so compliant. The thrill is gone and she feels like just a piece of property to me. I also desperately need to sell her and don’t want to get attached to her like I did Star. It was very difficult to sell her.
January 11th, 2008
2:33pm
Baby is bugging me about working with Flower. ” She needs a real cock to practice with.” she says. I agreed, but told her it would have to wait a day or two if the new girl is coming home with her tonight. She agreed and said she would remind me in a couple of days.
January 12th, 2008
3:15am
Baby brought the Hispanic girl home, telling her she could stay here as a live-in house keeper. She is fairly short, maybe 5′ 3” her skin is medium tone, and she definitely could lose 15-20 pounds, but is nicely curved. Her tits are nice, but a bit smaller than what I would call proportional. Overall, she is “cute”, but nowhere near as pretty as Baby, Star or even Flower.
The girl speaks little English, but some. Baby has a high school level knowledge of Spanish. I only know about four words of Spanish, but between the two of them we are able to communicate somewhat efficiently.
We talked to her for a several minutes. She asked what her duties would be and how much we would pay her. I played along, listing her duties and promising her $10 an hour. She seemed thrilled to be getting paid so much. When she asked where her room would be, it was time to drop the charade, since I don’t actually have an empty spare room for her.
I decided I was bored with the tie-them-up-and-beat-them routine and wanted to try something different: pure intimidation.
I told her to wait there for a moment and went in to the kitchen. Hiding a long knife down the back of my pants, I walked back to the couch where she was sitting, stood closer to her than she was comfortable with and looked down at her.
“Mister Edward…” she said.
“Take your clothes off!” I demanded.
She looked at me, confused, then looked at Baby waiting for a translation. I think she understood what I said, but couldn’t believe it and was hoping she was wrong, or that I was joking.
Baby translated the best she could, acting out removing her clothes with her hands.
“No, Mister Edward… I clean house.” she replied.
“No clean house.” I said calmly, shaking my head. “Take your clothes off.”
“NO! I clean house only!” she insisted.
I slowly pulled the knife out with my right hand, running my left index finger down the blade for dramatic effect.
“Take your clothes off… NOW!” I ordered. Her eyes lighting up with fear and her body jumping slightly in her seat when I emphasized the word “NOW”.
“Mister Edward!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes.
“NOW!” I yelled.
Terrified at my yell, her head slammed against the back of the couch and her feet jumped off the floor. She pulled her knees up towards her chest, but she did not try to fight or run.
She stared at me in horror for a few, long seconds, then made a cross on her chest with her hand and cried, repeating something several times in Spanish.
I raised the knife to my shoulder and pointed the blade towards her.
“Do it!” I barked.
She slowly started unbuttoning her blouse.
“Stand up!” I demanded, positioning myself between her and the front door. She did as she was told.
“Clothes off!” I snapped.
She continued to unbutton her blouse and cry. Saying things in Spanish with a few English words here and there.
“Shut up!” I demanded. She looked at Baby who said something to her in Spanish. She looked back at me and fell silent, slipping her blouse off and dropping it on the floor.
She just stood there, looking at me as if she were done.
“All of it!” I ordered, pointing to her chest.
She let out a quiet sob, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the ground, and covering her chest with her arms.
I was getting tired of trying to make her understand English. I told Baby to help her carry out my orders.
“Arms at you side!” I demanded. Baby said something to her and then grabbed her arms, positioning them at her side.
I roughly grabbed her right tit and squeezed it. She winced in pain a bit and shrunk back away from my touch.
“Stand up straight!” I yelled. Baby guided her back in position. Baby seemed to be reassuring her in Spanish that she would not be hurt.
I put the knife back down the back of my pants and grabbed both of her tits, kneading and massaging them. They were not the best tits I had ever seen but there were nice and firm. Her dark nipples became involuntarily erect as I rubbed them between my fingers and thumbs. She started sobbing and saying something to Baby with urgency in her voice.
“She says this is a sin.” Baby said, trying to suppress a smile.
I stepped back and pulled the knife back out.
“Pants off!” I commanded.
She started crying again and repeated the part about this being a sin. Baby knew my patience was running out so she took the girls hands and moved them to the button on her pants, prompting her in Spanish.
The girl continued to cry as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, pushing them down to her feet, sliding her flip-flops off and stepping out of the pants. She put her hands in front of her crotch, which Baby promptly moved back to her sides.
“Mister Edward… I clean house only!” she repeated, sobbing.
I ignored her and moved the knife towards her, slowly so she wouldn’t be startled. I slid it under the right strap of her white and blue striped panties, cutting it with a quick snap of the blade. She let out a quick, high-pitched screech as she pulled back from the knife, grabbing the strap of her panties, trying to hold them up.
“Off!” I demanded. Baby motioned to her and said a Spanish word.
“Please, Mister Edward!” she begged.
Baby took her hand and helped the girl start to drop her panties, letting go and allowing the girl to finish removing them once she realized she had no choice.
She was now standing in just her white socks, her dark black cunt hair a tangled mess. She has a small belly pooch and her hips are a little flabby, but overall she’s definitely fucakble.
“On your knees!” I ordered, pointing toward the ground.
She complied without complaint. I’m not sure she understood where this was going.
“Suck my cock!” I commanded, taking a step closer to her. She looked very confused and turned to Baby for a translation.
Baby tried to translate, but was having trouble finding the right words. She motioned toward my crotch and made a bobbing head motion with her fist up to her mouth.
The girl looked back at me in horror and started crying again.
“Mister Edward! No!” she pleaded. I nodded my head and pointed the knife at my crotch.
She looked back at Baby, frantically sobbing and talking very fast. Baby couldn’t follow everything she said, but caught the gist of it and said something in a reassuring tone.
“She thinks this is a sin and is afraid.” Baby said. “I told her it wasn’t a sin if she was forced to do it. I think she believes me and said she would try if we promise not to ‘murder’ her.”
The girl unbuttoned my pants and slid the zipper down slowly. Pulling my pants down to my knees, she reached in to my boxers and tentatively grabbed my semi-erect cock. She pulled my dick out the front of my boxers and put her nose up to it. I think she was smelling it. She then licked it once as if to taste it.
“Put it in your mouth!” I ordered, thrusting my hips toward her, my cock throbbing as it became fully erect with anticipation.
She looked at Baby, who stuck her thumb in her mouth and bobbed her head up and down on it.
She sobbed a Spanish phrase a few times while making a cross on her chest again with her hand, and then put her mouth on my cock.
She didn’t even take the whole head of my cock in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down about an inch. Baby quickly put her hand on the back of the girls head and guided her farther down on my cock. The girl braced herself against my thighs with her hands, trying to push away from taking too much.
“More, Baby.” I said. Baby pushed the girls head down another inch or so, causing her to gag.
“No Mas!” the girl cried, pulling her mouth off. That was one of the few Spanish words I knew.
“Fucking MAS!” I yelled, grabbing her head and jamming it back on my cock, until the head hit resistance in her throat. I held her head in place for several seconds as she struggled and pushed against my thighs.
I pulled my cock back a bit, allowing her to breathe and then motioned to Baby to take over guiding her. Baby grabbed the sides of the girls head and with slow, steady motions, repeatedly slid the girls mouth over my stiff, saliva-covered cock.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as the young girls soft mouth worked its unwilling magic. I put my right hand on the top of the girls head, grabbing a handful of hair as I felt my balls tighten.
After several more strokes, I held the girls head in place with my right hand and shot my first load of come in to the back of her throat. She immediately twisted her head to the side, my cock falling out of her mouth.
She dropped to her hands and knees, gagging and choking, spitting come out of her mouth. Baby, always on the ball, grabbed my dick with her hand and jerked me off until I had finished coming.
I looked down, and the girl sat there on her knees, head on the floor and crying. On her back were several splashes of come, slowly sliding down her ribs.
I started to pull my pants back up when suddenly, there was a knock on the door! We live in the middle of nowhere. A knock on the door cannot possibly be good news.
I quickly pulled my pants up, grabbed my revolver from the cabinet and went to the door. I cocked the revolver and held it in my right hand, keeping it behind the door as I opened it with my left.
There stood a young Hispanic male, about 25 years old. He was roughly 5′ 8″, and slim, but not particularly muscular. I quickly decided I could take him if I had to, but kept the revolver ready.
“Can I help you?” I inquired.
“Sir,” he began, with a thick Spanish accent, “What are you doing to my sister?”
January 12th, 2008
11:10am
I was speechless, my mind working over-time trying to figure out what to do.
“Um… I… she came home with… uhh” I stammered.
“I followed her.” he said, “I got worried after so long and looked in the window. I saw you mistreating Rosalyn.” (Rosalyn is not her real name).
“Get the fuck in here!” I said, whipping the gun out from behind the door and pointing it straight in his face.
“Whoa!” he shouted, putting his hands up as if to show he was not armed, “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“What?” I asked, “You see me ‘mistreating’ her then you knock on my door. I’m supposed to think you stopped by for a beer? Why are you here?”
“My name is Tomas.” He said. “Rosalyn is my sister. We have no home since our family was deported. She was staying in the shelter and I sleep in the car. When she could get a house to clean, I would take her and wait. She would hide me some food out the back door.”
“*Sneak* you some food out the back door.” I said.
“Pardon?” he asked, confused.
“Never mind.” I said, annoyed. “So, what do you want?”
“We wanted nothing but to clean house and get some food and little money.” he replied. “But now you mistreat her. We would want some more money.”
“Oh? And how much would you like?” I asked sarcastically.
“Maybe… $100?” he suggested, with a tone as if he were asking for some huge, insulting amount of money he knew he wouldn’t get.
“And $30 to clean house, if you want.” he added.
I just sexually molested his sister, and he wants $100, and still wants to clean the house. At this point I was relieved. He probably has prostituted her out before. I can just give him a couple hundred dollars and they’ll both go away. I’d like to keep her, but I’m not going to murder this guy, and I don’t see another option. The last thing I want or need is a male slave and it’s too risky. He’s much more likely to be able to overpower me than the girls.
“OK,” I agreed, “I’ll give you the money. Follow me and get your sister.”
We walked in to the living room. Baby was sitting on the floor, trying to console Rosalyn, who was still naked and lying on the floor.
Rosalyn looked up, saw Tomas, jumped to her feet and ran to him. She started crying hysterically, hugging him and talking very fast in Spanish.
She was frantically pointing at me and waving her arms around as Tomas tried to calm her down. I’m certain I heard the word “Policia” more than once. I asked Baby and she confirmed it. She is ranting that I raped her and they need to call the police.
FUCK! I guess this isn’t a scam, and she’s not a prostitute. I can’t let them leave now.
“Over to the couch!” I ordered, pointing the gun at them again. “Both of you!”
“Roslyn, sit down.” I said, handing Baby the knife I still had tucked in the back of my pants.
“Watch her, Baby.” I ordered. “Tomas, come in the kitchen with me.”
I followed Tomas in to the kitchen, gun held high. I did not want to kill Tomas, but I will if that is my only choice. I had one last desperate plan to try. If this didn’t work I’d have to kill him, so I saw no reason to hide anything.
“Tomas,” I began, “We deal in slaves here. We kidnap, train and sell slaves to rich people.”
“What do these people do with the slaves?” Tomas asked.
“They are sex slaves, Tomas” I answered.
“And you want to make Rosalyn a sex slave?” he asked.
“That was the plan until you showed up, yes.” I replied.
“And what do you do now?” he countered.
“Well, that’s up to you.” I said, “The way I see it, you have three choices. I heard Roslyn talking about calling the police. I cannot allow that.”
“You pay us, we won’t call police.” he assured.
“I cannot take that chance. She is very upset.” I reminded him.
“Yes, she is.” he agreed, “But she will do as I say.”
“I still can’t take the chance.” I repeated. “So, your first option is… I kill you, and keep her as a slave.”
“I do not like that option.” Tomas said, with no hint of trying to be humorous.
“Your second option is, I take you both as slaves and you would probably be sold to a gay man.”
“I do like that option either.” he said, equally seriously, “What is third option?”
“The third option” I began, ” is I keep Rosalyn, you live here and work for me. When she is fully trained, she will be sold to a rich person and be taken care of very well for the rest of her life. And you can continue to work for me for as long as you like.”
“I… might like this option.” he said thoughtfully.
“I’m not going to deceive you, Tomas” I said, “the training is hard. She will be chained up and ‘mistreated’ until she learns to please a man… and a woman, in every way possible. She will be harshly punished if needed, but when it’s all over, she will have a good life and never want for anything again.”
“And as for you,” I continued, “You help me with anything I need around here, yard work, fixing the house or anything else I need. I will pay you $200 a week in cash and get you a small trailer to live in behind the house.”
“I am liking this option.” he interjects.
“And, once you have a clean bill of health from the doctor, I can occasionally use you to help train slaves.” I said, with a sly grin.
“What does that mean?” he inquired.
“It means sex.” I answered. “I can use another cock around here for the girls to train with.”
“You mean, I have free sex with slave girls?” he asked, incredulously.
I didn’t like the way he looked over at Baby when he asked that. I took the gun, jammed it under his chin, pushing his head up a few inches.
“Rule #1: You never, EVER, touch Baby.” I growled. “She is mine. If you touch her, I will feed you your own balls, shoot you through the head and bury you in the back yard. Are we clear?”
“Yes…” he squeaked, looking down at the gun.
I pulled the gun away, but left it pointed at him.
“Rule #2:” I continued, “You never touch any of my girls without permission from me or Baby, for any reason. And Rule #3: You do not leave this property without permission.”
“Also, if you help me find and secure a new girl, you will get $1,000 when they are sold, starting with Rosalyn.” I added.
“Yes!” he said, “I like this option!”
“But,” he said, suddenly sounding sad, “poor Rosalyn. She will not understand why I let you mistreat her and still work for you. She will hate me, but she will have good life. She will forgive me some day.”
“Tomas…” I trailed off, pausing for several seconds, trying to decide if I was truly this evil.
“Tomas…first you must prove to me that you can be trusted and if you really have what it takes to help train slaves.”
“What? How do I do that?” he asked.
“You must let me video tape you doing something very illegal.” I replied, “So I know if you run off or try to go to the police, I can show them the video and you would go to prison also.”
“What would you want me to do?” he said “Rob somebody, maybe?”
“No, Tomas. Something worse than that…” I answered, “You also need to show that you have the balls to mistreat a girl as she screams and cries.”
“You want me to rape someone?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yes, Tomas.” I replied.
“Who? Who do I rape?” he said, looking around for emphasis.
“One of my slave girls.” I responded. “She is just one of my slave girls, and you have to be able to think of all my girls as just slaves, no matter who they are. You can not play favorites with any of them.”
“What…? I don’t under…” he said, trailing off and deeply confused.
Suddenly, he jerked up straight in his chair, his face contorted with horror and shame.
“Not Rosalyn!” he shouted.
Rosalyn called to Tomas from the living room. He said a few words in Spanish, with a tone of “Never mind, I wasn’t talking to you.”
“You cannot ask me…” he started to say.
“She is just one of my slave girls.” I repeated. “I need you to help me train her. If you are not willing, there are still the other two options. Either way, she will be trained, starting tonight, and sold. And I could sell her in to prostitution…”
“She would never forgive me…” he said, starting to tear up. “But, I can’t have her go back to the shelter or be deported, she deserves a better life than that.”
“She will have a good life, Tomas” I assured.
“Yes… yes, I will do it.” he said “God forgive me!”
“OK, put this on.” I said, handing him a condom from the drawer. “We will get you tested this week, but for now, we don’t need you getting her pregnant or giving her a disease.”
He just sat there, looking down at the condom, a few tears dripping on to the table. I handed him a towel to wipe his face.
“You need to be strong.” I encouraged. “You have to quit thinking of her as your sister and see her as just another slave.”
I grabbed the video camera as he put the condom on and zipped his pants back up. He has a fairly average penis, maybe 6 inches or so. He wasn’t hard so I couldn’t tell for sure.
“Tomas,” I said, putting my hand on his shoulder, “You are going to have to be harsh. She will fight you because she doesn’t understand that it’s best for her.”
“Yes, Sir.” He replied, straightening his clothes, his face becoming visibly more cold and determined.
“And Tomas…” I continued, “Don’t stop until you come.”
“I won’t, Sir.” he assured me.
We walked back in to the living room and I motioned Baby over to me. “We will deal later with your inexcusable lack of caution.” I quietly hissed through clenched teeth, “This was totally unacceptable!”
“I know, Master.” she said, her voice quivering.
“For now, just tell me what they are saying.” I ordered, turning the video camera on.
Tomas walked over to Rosalyn and knelt down in front of her.
“This man… something… something… help us… something… rich people… something… he’s talking too fast!” Baby said, attempting to translate.
“obey…” Baby continued, “good life… something… forgive… something… Not your brother… what’s he talking about?
Tomas took the clothes from Rosalyn’s hands and threw them on the floor. Rosalyn covered her chest with her arms and yelled at Tomas.
“…something…” Baby said, unable to translate most of what Rosalyn was yelling. “my brother…something…insane? I’m not sure…”
Tomas unzipped his pants and pulled out his condom-covered cock. He started stroking it, trying to get it hard. Rosalyn screamed at him, put her hands up and edged back farther in the couch.
Tomas jerked his dick for a few more seconds until it was mostly erect, then grabbed Rosalyn’s hands with his hands, pulling them away from her face.
“Oh my God, Master!” Baby exclaimed, “What is going on?”
“Tomas works for me now.” I replied. Baby just looked at me, mouth wide open.
Tomas starting talking again, this time in a more harsh tone.
“Something… love you… something… forgive me sometime? someday? … ” Baby’s translation was interrupted by Tomas rearing back and smacking Rosalyn quite hard across the face.
Rosalyn screamed and clawed at Tomas. He responded by smacking her several more times, alternating between smacking and back-handing her.
After a dozen or so slaps, Rosalyn went limp, crying and sobbing. Tomas twisted and pushed her body, positioning her to lie on her back on the couch. He climbed on to the couch, at her feet.
“Open your… legs?” Baby translated. “He’s going to rape his own sister!?!”
“I’ll explain it later, Baby.” I replied.
Rosalyn was not complying so Tomas reached down and spread her legs apart. Jerking himself off again, he crawled on his knees towards her, getting between her legs.
Rosalyn stared off in to space, tears streaming sideways down her face.
Tomas spit in his hand several times and rubbed it on the head of his cock, then mounted his sister. After a few probing jabs, he reached down and grabbed his cock with his right hand, stiffened his left arm to put all his weight on it, and jammed his cock in to his crying sister’s pussy.
“AAAAAAYYYYYYYIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!!” Rosalyn screamed in pain and horror. It should not have hurt that much.
Tomas started pumping his hips, plowing his cock in to her over and over as she screamed with each thrust.
After a few seconds, I noticed blood trailing down Rosalyn’s ass, soaking in to the couch cushion.
GOD DAMMIT! She was a fucking virgin! FUCK! She would have been worth twice as much if she were intact. Who the fuck is still a virgin at 22 years old? Fuck.
Tomas settled in to a smooth rhythm, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Rosalyn started repeating something over and over in Spanish.
“What is she saying, Baby?” I asked.
“Something about… about… She is saying they are both going to hell.” Baby answered.
“Uh… uh… uh… uhhhnnnn” Tomas grunted, as he filled the condom with come. He rammed his cock in to her several more times, pausing between each thrust for a second. Then rolled off of her and on to the floor. He was sweating profusely. Rosalyn just lie there crying.
Tomas stood up, carefully pulled the condom off to avoid spillage, and walked over and put it in the trash.
“I’m done, Sir.” he said coldly. “Your slave is ready for you.”

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it started with my mom 5

A continuation from “it started with my mom 4”, if you haven’t read the previous stories of this saga i strongly suggest you do read them before reading this, this has a bit of character building towards the middle end of the story so be warned 😉